And what could have been graven on her tomb? A name that was not hers? A history that was not true? Or would it have been well to carve on the marble her true life-history, that those who would not believe it might wage a lawsuit against an epitaph? No; it was better so. No one would ever learn what had become of her. Vavel had prayed for forgetfulness--that he might be forgotten. His prayer was granted. For a few years afterward tales were repeated about Sophie Botta, and some of her kinsfolk came from a distance to claim the sum of money Vavel had placed in the hands of the authorities for the young girl's heirs. But none of the claimants could produce satisfactory proofs of kinship, and after a while Sophie Botta was forgotten by all the world, as were Count Vavel and Katharina. The Nameless Castle as well vanished from the face of the earth, as have entire villages which once stood on the treacherous shores of Lake Neusiedl. Gradually, imperceptibly, the castle disappeared; gradually, imperceptibly, bastion after bastion vanished, until not even the stone hand which held aloft the sword in the noble escutcheon, or the towering weathervane, could be seen above the placid waters of the lake. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Nameless Castle, by Maurus Jókai