Part 15 (1/2)
At this moment the door opened and a servant announced:
”Her Highness Anna Bornemissa, wife of Apafi, wishes to be admitted to the presence of the Prince.”
Apafi looked at Teleki.
”This is your work.”
Teleki answered calmly: ”At your service, Highness.”
”Did you bring the amba.s.sador to the Princess?”
”Even so, Highness.”
”Then it was you who advised him to appear in this masquerade that he might the more readily draw me out.”
”That too was my work, your Highness.”
”A very foolish plan on your part, Michael Teleki.”
”That remains to be proved, your Highness,” thought his minister, in proud consciousness of his clever superiority.
Madame Apafi entered the room. Her bearing was princely as was her dress. The gentlemen present vied with each other in greeting her.
Apafi stepped quickly toward her, drew her arm within his and endeavored with marked consideration to take her to his private room.
”Let us stay here,” said the Princess. ”It is time enough to look at your Dutch clocks later; at present there are more serious affairs before us; the gentlemen from Hungary are waiting for a hearing.”
”I know already what they wish, and have said that I will not hear anything more on the subject.”
”Then you will listen to me. Yes, to me. I too am a Hungarian and make supplication to the Prince of Transylvania for help in the name of my Fatherland. That it may not be said that I influenced the Prince's will in secret, I have come here publicly before his throne and beseech him for protection for Hungary, whose sons are called strangers here in Transylvania where her daughter is the princess.”
It was evident to all that Apafi would have much preferred to listen to men rather than to his wife, but he was caught this time. She stood before him as a suppliant, and there was no way of escape. Teleki ordered the pages outside not to give admittance to any one else.
Apafi sat in an armchair in feverish excitement, and listened to the words of his wife. But before Anna could begin her speech the rattling of a coach was heard in the courtyard, and shortly after came the sound of decided footsteps through the corridor, and an imperious voice familiar to all inquired if the Prince was within.
When the page attempted to stand in his way a still more authoritative voice called, ”Out of the way, boy.” At the same time Dionysius Banfy pushed his way into the room. He was just as he had alighted from his carriage. His cheeks were redder than usual and his eyes blazed; he went directly to the Prince and said without preliminaries:
”Do not listen to these men, your Highness, do not listen to a word they say.”
The Prince greeted Banfy with a smile and the words, ”Welcome, kinsman.”
”Pardon, your Highness, that in my haste I forgot to greet you; but when I heard that these Hungarians had gained audience here I was beside myself. What do you want?” he went on, turning to the Hungarian n.o.bleman. ”It is not enough for them that they have brought their own country to ruin by their restlessness; they would like to drag ours down too.”
”You speak of us,” said Teleki, with cold scorn, ”as if we belonged to some Tartar race and had been driven here from G.o.d knows what strange, savage country.”
”On the contrary, I have spoken of you, my lords, as people who from the very first have by your restlessness involved Transylvania in a course leading to destruction. The Hungarians are, to a man, stupid.”
”I beg you not to forget that I too”--said Madame Apafi.
”It is with no pleasure that I see the will of your Highness is authority here.”