Historical fiction; Hungarian fiction -- Translations into English; Transylvania (Romania) -- History -- Fiction
And immediately Banfi commanded his men to set out for Marisel as
swiftly and as silently as possible, and bade the little band he left
behind him light many large fires in the wood, so as to make the enemy
believe that the whole host was bivouacking there, while he himself
hastened towards the imperilled hiding-place. To Zülfikar he paid five
hundred gold pieces for his timely warning.
The same night Ali Pasha fell with his whole host upon the two or three
hundred Hungarians whom Banfi had left behind him; scattered them after
a brief resistance, and hastened back to Grosswardein, swallowing as
best he could the indignity of a great defeat, for he left behind him
two thousand dead, and the whole of his baggage.
From him too Zülfikar received the covenanted one thousand gold pieces,
thus doing a service to the Turks and to the Hungarians at the same
time, and making both of them pay him for his pains.
CHAPTER V.
THE BANQUET TRIBUNAL.
The blast of hunting-horns resounded from the Batrina Mountains, the
hubbub of the chase came nearer and nearer; a group of well-dressed,
well-mounted gentlemen led the way, and at their head rode Count
Ladislaus Csaky.
"After him! after him!" resounded on all sides, and the pack were
already in full cry, when the cavalcade, emerging from the thicket into
an open glade, suddenly encountered another party coming from the
opposite direction, in whose leader they all recognized Denis Banfi.
Csaky with considerable confusion called the beaters back.
Banfi rode up to the group with an ironical smile.
"Welcome, gentlemen, to my domains. Delighted, I'm sure, at my great
good fortune. Probably you have lost your way; but, if not, you are my
guests, and consequently doubly welcome. But, pray, why do you stare at
me so wildly? You really remind me of the Hindoo proverb, which says, He
who beats the woods for a stag, oftentimes falls in with a lion."
"We regard your Excellency neither as a stag nor yet as a lion,"
returned Csaky, blushing up to the ears in his confusion. "The fact is,
we fancied ourselves on lawful ground."
"Of course! of course!" returned Banfi, with an offensive smile. "You
are on my property, and that is certainly lawful ground. I don't know
how to express my gratitude for such an honour. No doubt you are tired
too. I therefore invite you all to Bonczhida, just to take a little
pot-luck with me."
"We are much obliged," returned Csaky angrily, "but we are unable just
now to accept your invitation."
"Nay, nay; you'll not put me off. It is not my practice to let those who
have come to me as guests depart hungry and thirsty. I cannot regard
you as poachers, I suppose? And if you are not poachers, you must be
guests."
"A third case is also possible."
"I know of none."
"Your Excellency shall learn from me that there is, though."
"Quite right. But there will be time for that at table. So turn your
horses' heads towards Bonczhida, gentlemen."
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