Historical fiction; Hungarian fiction -- Translations into English; Transylvania (Romania) -- History -- Fiction
"I, Gregory Söter, hereby declare to all the commanders of the Hungarian
troops that Zülfikar, the bearer of this letter, is my faithful war-spy.
Let him pass free everywhere."
The captain gave back the letter, not without grumbling, and bade two of
his soldiers lead Zülfikar to Banfi, but they were to cut him down at
once if the general did not acknowledge him. However, at the first
glance Banfi recognized in him Pongracz, Balassa's former servant, and
motioned to his men to leave them alone together.
"So you have turned Turk?" said Banfi.
"This is no time for questions, my lord. 'Tis for me to speak, and to
the point. I'll be brief, if you'll let me. Emerich Balassa expelled me
from his house when he learnt that I had helped you to abduct Azrael."
"Good!" said Banfi, contracting his brows. "The girl has flown from me
too--whither, I know not."
"Yes, my lord, you do; and the worst of it is, others know it also.
Close to the Gradina Dracului there is a habitation among the rocks, and
there she dwells."
"Silence!" cried Banfi, aghast. "How know you that?"
"Balassa has lodged a complaint with the Prince about the abduction of
the girl. The matter is not such a trifle as you imagine. Azrael is the
Sultan's daughter, who, after being betrothed to Ali Pasha, was carried
off by Corsar Beg, whom Balassa's poison alone saved from the silken
cord, while Balassa himself has become a homeless vagabond because of
her. She has been the ruin of all who ever possessed her. It is your
turn now. The Prince having promised the disgraced Ladislaus Csaky
everything he likes to ask, if only he can ferret out the girl's
hiding-place, Csaky slyly commissioned the Patrol-officer to make
inquiries among the people whether a panther had been seen anywhere in
the woods, for he well knew that it is the habit of this wild beast to
roam about in search of prey. Its track led them to the rocky retreat,
the girl has been seen, and everything discovered."
"Devils and hell!" cried Banfi, turning pale.
"Listen further. Csaky communicated his plan to Ali Pasha, and it was
agreed between them that while the Pasha attacked Banfi-Hunyad, Csaky
with two thousand Wallachs was to scour the mountains under the pretext
of a hunt, and storm the Devil's Garden."
"What infernal villainy!" cried Banfi, striking his sword with his fist.
"It is just possible, my lord, that you might still arrive in time,"
added the renegade insidiously, "if you do not stay here too long."
"We'll be off at once," cried Banfi, pale with rage. "I'll teach these
lickspittlers to invade the domains of a free nobleman at the very
moment when he himself is fighting against the enemies of his country. A
few hundred men will be sufficient to keep Ali Pasha in check from this
side. With the rest I wager I'll be able to pull Master Ladislaus Csaky
out by the ears if I catch him trespassing."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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