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"Oh do not be angry with me," sobbed Vilma. "I never thought of the consequences. I never thought that I _could_ be the cause of so great a misfortune."
"Angry?" cried the old man, pressing her to his heart--"I be angry with _you_? Art thou not my own daughter, my joy, and my pride? my fairest remembrance of the past, my brightest hope of the future?"
"But if Viola were to come," said Vilma, still weeping, "and if things were to happen as you said just now?"
"I know he will not come," replied the anxious father, who would have given anything to have concealed his apprehensions. "And if he were to come, it is ten to one that n.o.body will know of it. You know I am always full of fears. At all events it is not _your_ fault, for if I had been at home, and if I had known of this woman's distress, I too would have taken her to my house--ay! so I would, though all the world were to turn against me. Dry your tears," he continued, kissing Vilma's forehead, "you did but your duty. Now go and look after the woman, while I go to Vandory: he is half a doctor."
Saying this, the notary hastened away to hide his tears, and as he went he pa.s.sed some severe strictures on his own weakness, which caused him to indulge in tears, a thing which is only pardonable in a woman.
CHAP. IV.
The stranger of the ditch, whom we left in the act of approaching the fire, had meanwhile accomplished that object, and proceeded to the place where a man sat squatting by the flame, poking the burning straws with his staff, and singing a low and mournful melody.
"Are you at it again? again singing the Nagyidai Nota?"[6] said the stranger, touching the singer's shoulder.
[Footnote 6: See Note IV.]
Peti the gipsy (for it was he who kept his lonely watch by the fire) started up, and, seizing hold of the stranger's hand, dragged him away from the light, whispering, "For G.o.d's sake, take care! Some one might see you!"
"Are you mad?" retorted the stranger, disengaging his hands, and returning to the fire. "I've lain in the ditch, and am all a-muck. I must have a warm."
"No, Viola, no!" urged Peti, "the village is filled with your enemies.
Who knows but some of them are by? and if you are seen you are done for!"
"Now be reasonable, old man," replied Viola, taking his seat by the fire. "Not a human being is there on this heath that I wot of. What is it you fear?"
"Oh! you know this very afternoon you and I, we were near the wood of St. Vilmosh, and the Pandurs were here close to the park palings, and yet they knew you even at that distance."
"Yes, very much as we knew them. They presumed it was I. But if they have a mind to make my acquaintance, I'd better look after the priming of my pistols. So! Now let them come. After sunset I fear no man."
"Oh! Viola, Viola!" cried Peti. "I know your boldness will be your bane.
You laugh at danger, but danger will overtake you."
"But, after all, were it not better to die than to live as I do?" said the robber, feeling the edge of his axe. "I curse the day at dawn because the light of the sun marks my track to the pursuer. The wild bird in the brake causes me to tremble. The trunk of a fallen tree fills me with dread; for who knows but it may hide the form of an enemy? I fly from those I love. I pa.s.s my days among the beasts of the forests, and my dreams are of the gallows and the hangman. Such is my life! Believe me, Peti, I have little cause to be in love with life!"
"But your wife and your children!"
"Ah! you are right! my wife and my children!" sighed the robber, and stared fixedly at the fire, whose faint glow sufficed to display to Peti the cloud of deep melancholy which pa.s.sed over the manly features of his companion.
Viola was a handsome man. His high forehead, partly covered by a forest of the blackest locks, the bold look of his dark eyes, the frank and manly expression of his sunburnt face, the ease and the beauty of each movement of his lofty form, impressed you with the idea that in him you beheld one of those men who, though Nature meant them to be great and glorious, pa.s.s by humble and unheeded; happy if their innate power for good and for ill remains a secret; yes, happy are they if they are allowed to live and die as the many, with but few to love them and few to hate.
"Don't be sad, comrade," said Peti. "It's a long lane that has no turning. But go you must, for here you are in danger of your life. The election is at hand, and Mr. Skinner has every chance of losing his part in it. He will move heaven and earth to catch you. After I met you this afternoon, the Pandurs arrested me, and took me to him. May the devil burn his bones! but he treated me cruelly: he was so savage that my hair stood on end. Had it not been for the younger Akosh (G.o.d bless him!), I'd be now taking my turn at the whipping-post. He has his spies among us; he did not mention their names, but certain it is that he knows of every step you take; I protest nothing short of a miracle can have saved you! But certainly if we had not agreed to meet by this fire, you could scarcely have escaped him. The landlord and his servants are bound and locked up in the cellar, and Pandurs, dressed up as peasants, watch in the inn. There are also Pandurs in your house; and the peasants have been ordered to arm themselves with pitchforks, and to sally out when the church-bells give the signal. When I was Mr. Skinner's prisoner he cursed me, and mentioned his preparations; I have found out that he said rather too little than too much."
Viola rose. "There are Pandurs in my house, and you tell me that my wife is ill?"
"Oh! do not mind _her_. Susi has left the house; she is as comfortable as a creature can be with the fever. They have taken her to the notary's house."
"To Tengelyi's? Is she a prisoner?"
"Oh, by no means; it's all Christian love and charity. Oh! friend, that same Christian love is a rare thing in these times. May G.o.d bless them for what they do for her!"
"Christian love and charity! Fine words! fine words!" muttered Viola.
"But who tells you that this is not a snare? My wife is in the notary's hands, and with her my life."
"For once you are mistaken!" cried the gipsy. "I, too, had my suspicions at first; why should I not? since I am no peer, but merely a gipsy. It's not my fault, surely, that I mistrust those officials; and when they told me that Susi was at the notary's, I did not half like it. But I understood that old Tengelyi knew nothing at all about it, and that his daughter, Vilma, did it all. Now Vilma is a born angel, take my word for it. But do not stop here. I ought to be at St. Vilmosh before the sun rises, and every minute you stay is as much as your life is worth."
"I'll not stir a single step unless you tell me all about Susi. I cannot understand it."
Peti knew Viola too well not to yield to this peremptory demand; and he tried, therefore, to inform his friend, in as few words as possible, of all the particulars of Susi's illness. Viola, leaning on his fokosh, listened with eagerness. He stood so still, so motionless, that, but for the deep sighs which at times broke forth, he might have been mistaken for a statue.
"Poor, poor woman!" cried the robber at length, "has it indeed come to this? A beggar, eating the bread of charity! a vagabond, abiding under the roof of the stranger! G.o.d, G.o.d! what has _she_ done that thy hand should strike _her_?"
"Let us be off!" urged Peti. "Your wife is all snug and comfortable, and we ought not to stand here like fools, railing at the injustice of the world. Besides, the day of settling our accounts is perhaps nearer than you think. I owe Mr. Skinner more than one turn. Cheer up, comrade! many a man has been in a worse sc.r.a.pe than you are, who got out of it after all."
"What do I care for myself? I am used to it. There is blood on my hands, and, perhaps, it is but just that Heaven's curse pursues me. But she, whom I love,--she, who never since her birth did harm to any one,--she, who stands by my side like an angel of light, withholding my arm from deeds of blood and vengeance! Oh! she kneels at church, and prays by the hour. That she loves me is her only crime,--why, then, should _she_ be punished? Let them hunt me down--torment me; ay! let them hang me! what care I, if she is but safe and free from harm?"
"So she is!" cried Peti, impatiently. "She was never better off in her life, man! Come along, or else we are done for, and by your fault too!"
"Do you mean to tell me that none of the villagers helped her?--that none of them would shelter her?"
"No! I told you, no! the judge forbade it; and none of them dared to look at her."
"Very well; I mean to be quits with them. I never harmed any of them.
None of them ever lost a single head of cattle; and now that my family are in distress, there is not one of them but thinks that this is as it ought to be. But Viola is the man to make bonfires of their houses!"
"You are right!" cried Peti, seizing the robber's hand. "A little revenge now and then serves your turn. It puts them on their guard! It reminds them that there is still some justice in this world. But come to St. Vilmosh. You are safe there, at least for a few days, for the kanaz[7] there is one of our people. We will go down to him, and see what can be done."
[Footnote 7: See Note V.]
"You had better go first; I have some business here."
"Where?" cried Peti, stopping his friend as the latter turned to leave the place.
"I tell you to go first to St. Vilmosh, and to wait for me at the kanaz's. I want to speak to the notary. By the time the sun rises I mean to be with you. Get something to eat, for I am hungry."
"Maybe the ravens are hungry, and have told you to go and be hanged, to make a dinner for them!"
"What a coward you are! I tell thee, man, it is not so easy to catch Viola as you may think. Go and tell them to cook me some gulyash[8]; and if you think it will ease your mind, I will bring you the chief haiduk gagged and bound."
[Footnote 8: See Note VI.]
"All this were well and good if the people of Tissaret were still on your side, for in that case you might do as you please. But since the parson's house has been broken into, they are all against you, they will have it that you committed that robbery."
"I did no such thing; and it is just on that account I want to speak to Tengelyi. I have never been obliged to any man, who had the dress and appearance of a gentleman. The notary is the first of the kind to whom I owe any thing, and, by G--d, he shall not call me ungrateful."