"And now send one of the documents by a rapid horseman to the Nyitra district, while I hasten with the other towards Slavonia. Meanwhile, you will organize here a standing army. You have already arranged, I suppose, to procure provisions and uniforms?" Thomas Bodza confessed with a blush that he had _not_ taken thought for these things. "Well, write as soon as possible an open order to the presidents of the Tailor and Cobbler Guilds of Kassa and Rozsnyó, commanding each of them to provide, without fail, within ten days four thousand pairs of boots and just as many dolmans and szürs,[15] and send them in carts to Hétfalu, otherwise you will levy upon them a grievous contribution." [Footnote 15: A szür is a sheepskin mantle such as the peasants wear.] This letter also Thomas Bodza wrote as he had been told. "These Poles have had such lots of practice in such matters," thought he to himself. "And now despatch one of these open orders by a swift courier to Rozsnyó, and the other I will take charge of. Do not forget to have numerous copies made of these proclamations for instant distribution throughout the length and breadth of the kingdom." Bodza promised to make his pupils copy out the documents in question early on the following morning. "And now, my brave Numa, don't forget that our watchword is: 'Valour and Concord!' Of valour we have no lack, but as regards concord I would first of all have you know why they call me Fabius Cunctator. My principle is: judicious procrastination! It was a premature signal, you will remember, which ruined the plots of Romulus II. If only he had waited for another half day, for another six hours, his enterprise would have been a triumphant success. Only over-hastiness ruined us then. Lest a similar risk should befall us now, I would strongly advise you to postpone the general rising till to-morrow afternoon. To-morrow afternoon all the soldiery will quit Kassa for Eperies, and they will not be relieved for two whole days. You will now understand therefore why I want the rising postponed till to-morrow afternoon." The master turned very pale. "Too late now!" said he. "How so?" exclaimed Maria confounded. "All my orders have been distributed already." "Then they must be recalled." "It's impossible, impossible," cried the master, wringing his hands; and he glanced anxiously, from time to time, through the window, through which a far distant reddish light was beginning to illuminate the room. "They have already fired the house of the headsman." "What!" cried Maria beside herself. "That was to be the beginning of it. It is impossible now to hold them back any longer." "Oh, fools and madmen!" hissed the lady. Her immediate impulse was to rush from the room. At the door, however, she recovered her _sang froid_, and, turning back, clutched Bodza by the arm and whispered in his ear: "There is now only one remaining way of gaining a complete victory." "What is that?"