Hungary -- History -- Uprising of 1848-1849 -- Fiction
"But why should I not talk about it? It is a regular profession, is it
not, like any other? And just as respectable too, eh? Nay, it is more
profitable than most trades, because there is less of competition in
it. Now, as for me, I have a perfect passion for it. Why, the only
reason why I am here is to come to some arrangement with Master Zudár. I
want to buy of him, my pretty dame, the business which you loathe so
much."
The headsman's wife regarded the stranger with eyes full of doubt and
astonishment.
"You are a very young man for the business," said she suspiciously.
"Oh, as for that, my dear, pray don't imagine that I am going to put up
with all the disagreeables of the profession for the fun of the thing. I
mean to have lots of help I can tell you. I shall live in town and
frequent the best taverns and coffee houses. I shall live like a
gentleman and nobody will know who I am. I shall only appear on the
scene officially when an execution worthy of my skill awaits me--a nice
beheading or something of that sort, you know. Oh! I shall have a fine
time of it I can tell you."
Dame Zudár felt a shudder run all down her back. She durst not look
again at the stranger.
"It is a pity you have not more than one 'prentice now. It looks as if
you had very much neglected the business. I am annoyed at that. It will
be difficult to give it a fresh start. Had you not more than one
apprentice a little time ago?"
"Yes, there used to be another," stammered Dame Zudár involuntarily.
"Then why did you pack him off?" inquired the unknown, picking from the
fire with his delicate index-finger a burning ember, tossing it lightly
on to his soft palm, and thence chucking it adroitly into the bowl of
his little pipe.
The woman and Ivan exchanged a look as if deliberating together what
answer they should give, and then the woman hastily replied:
"He went away of his own accord; the business is a pretty one, but he
got disgusted with it."
"Oh--ho! what a rum 'un the fellow must have been. And has he a better
time of it now?"
"I don't know," replied the virago defiantly. "It is not my business to
find out what has become of my discharged apprentices. He got sick of
this trade and took to another--that is the whole thing."
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