Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
“What is your name, my friend?”
“Árpád Hunyadi will do as well as any other.”
The peasant embraced him on both cheeks. “A great name,” he said
solemnly. “All I have is yours.”
A moment later Fessenden was standing before the Archduchess, while
Zrinyi’s willing eyes were diverted by Alexandra.
“You will dance this with me?” he asked in Magyar, his eyes bashfully
lowered.
“You are not a Hungarian!” she exclaimed.
“Alas, that your first word should be so cruel! It is true that I speak
the German tongue better--I have been much away--but my children shall
speak only Hungarian.”
“It is to be hoped so.”
“You will dance with me?”
“I do not know. I am tired.”
“One is never too tired for the Chardash. It would raise a Hungarian
from the grave.” This was uttered with simple fervor. He felt her
powerful gaze and dared not raise his eyes. But the majestic beauty of
her figure was in the direct line of his vision, and involuntarily he
lifted his hands to tuck in his shirt, but bethought himself in time.
“I don’t know,” repeated the Archduchess coldly, “I am tired, and I do
not happen to be a Hungarian.”
“A Roumanian? We have all said it; you are so beautiful.”
“No.”
The leader of the gypsy band struck his cymbal. His brothers drew the
first long wail from their fiddles. The crowd thronged in.
Fessenden raised his hands and placed them firmly about the slender
waist of the Archduchess. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he said. “I
shall not let you go.”
She drew herself up rigidly for a moment, then obeyed him.
“I know who you are,” she said.
“So much the better,” replied Fessenden.
* * * * *
“This is a great moment in the history of Hungary!” said Zrinyi
solemnly.
“It is!” said Alexandra.
“A daughter of the Emperor of Austria and a Hungarian peasant! What a
symbol! It is full of portent!”
“If you only knew how much!”
“Ah, you dream of a universal democracy, I suppose. I fear I dream
only of the independence of Hungary--with William as enlightened
overlord--and the humiliation of Austria.”
“I can’t talk politics and dance the Chardash.”
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