Historical fiction; Hungarian fiction -- Translations into English; Transylvania (Romania) -- History -- Fiction
With that the two men crept through the iron door, groped their way
along the narrow passage which seemed to have been cut out of the naked
rock, and discovered at the end of it, by the light of a lamp hanging
from the roof, several small doors to the right and left. They opened
one door after the other, but only found empty rooms with no further
outlets. At length a glimpse of the outer world reached them through one
of the windows. They hastened forward in that direction, and coming upon
a second iron door passed through it, and found themselves in a large
courtyard surrounded by high walls, one of which they scaled, and beheld
from the top of it the valley of the cold Szamos stretching far and wide
before their eyes. Soon after they discovered a footpath which led them
from the wall to the woodlands below, and off they set running, and
never drew breath till they had safely reached the bottom. It was only
then that the two men ventured to stop and look each other in the face.
Clement fancied he still heard the wildly musical voice of the fair
demoniac, the roaring of the panther, and the death-shrieks of the young
Wallach.
"We may as well go on now," remarked Zülfikar, "for to return the way we
came without a guide is impossible, and we are bound to come out
somewhere."
And, indeed, they soon came upon two wood-cutters, who were fastening
their raft to the river's bank.
"What is that castle yonder?" asked Clement.
The men stared at him.
"Where? What castle?"
Clement looked behind to show it to them, and behold! nowhere was
anything to be seen with the remotest resemblance to a castle, nothing
but rocks, each the counterpart of the other. The Wallachs laughed
aloud.
"It were better not to mention it to them," said Zülfikar. "They look
as if they do not know what is going on under their very noses. But
we'll mark the place. Nothing but rocks are visible from the outside,
the brushwood conceals the very opening through which we got into the
open air."
So the wanderers inquired their way; returned to Marisel, where they
naturally did not stop to be questioned about Sange Moarte, but mounted
their steeds and rode off.
Zülfikar wanted Clement to go on with him to Banfi-Hunyad. The
Patrol-officer, however, declined to trespass on Denis Banfi's domains,
so the Turk went on alone to levy the new tax, though Clement prophesied
that he would receive more kicks than halfpence.
* * * * *
Clement duly informed Ladislaus Csaky of what he had seen, and received
one hundred ducats for his discovery, to say nothing of the green
top-boots.
Zülfikar fared much more strangely.
On arriving at Grosswardein, he gave the tribute-money to Ali Pasha,
informing him at the same time of all that he had found out about
Azrael.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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