"Oh, you darling, you were with me all night long. I could not cover you up often enough, you kicked about so."
"Where"s my little silver whistle?"
"Your little silver whistle! Dear soul, you left that in the land of dreams."
"I am still cold. I am all of a tremble."
"You are feverish, sweetheart; stay in bed to-day, and I"ll bring your playthings to you, and make you a nice tea that will make you well again."
CHAPTER XIII.
IN THE GHOST"S HOUR.
Grazian Likovay read the letter through two and three times, and could not understand it. There is nothing more difficult than putting an idea into an empty head. Then he had to call Master Mathias to his help.
"See this letter! A fool wrote it, a fool brought it, and only a fool can understand it."
"It"s plain enough to me."
"How so? How so?"
"You"ve not forgotten, have you, the disgrace you brought on Father Peter at the Bittse wedding-feast? I was there myself. I saw it, and I remember the face you tore the cowl from; it was exactly Tihamer Csorbai"s face."
"I hit him a blow that told, didn"t I?"
"Yes, you did; but a wound of that kind is not forgotten, especially when it falls on a wound that is not yet scarred over. Now you know Tihamer Csorbai is the rejected suitor of your daughter Magdalene, and that we live so near each other that the two castles stare each other in the eye."
"Then you think the letter is about Magdalene?"
"I am sure there is no other woman in the household. But if all these beautiful women, young and old, hanging in these frames, were living, Tihamer would still give his heart to Magdalene alone. For if a handsome woman were all he asked, he would have had it right there in Madocsany, and he need not have made any pilgrimages for her."
"But just look out of the window. Do you see how the ice is crashing out of the river? When the fool came over, the ice had just begun to move; but now heavy blocks of it are rolling along. See, the huts along the bank have been swept away, and the ice has cut off thick tree trunks like a razor. Do you think a human being could cross the river to-night?"
"Gracious Lord, I have read in the Bible that Peter trod the water with bare feet, and that was a sea. Whatever is in the Bible, as a good Lutheran, I must believe."
"But that was in old times, and it was Saint Peter; he could do anything. To-day is To-day."
"All I know, gracious Lord, is that a priest can do a good deal, a lover can do more, and when you get both in one, he can do everything."
"We must talk it over with Berezowski." The old suitor, since his return from the wedding feast at Bittse, had been staying at Mitosin Castle. It was understood that he should wed the beautiful Magdalene, and take her to his house in Galicia. The license was all ready. The only reason that the marriage had not yet taken place was that father-in-law and son-in-law kept the bottle going from hand to hand until morning, and then the lover had to be dragged off to bed by his hands and feet, and neither a fire alarm nor a murderer"s stroke could have roused him from his bed. Afternoons, this bigot Lord would not enter into any churchly ceremony, and so the wedding was put off from day to day; and the wedding feast was secretly consumed by the guests in advance.
To-day too they shook and pulled the bridegroom elect; they roared in his ear; but to all their attempts, his only reply was a movement of the hand to brush away a fly, or of the foot, as aimed at a dog; and then he slept on steadily.
"Wait," said Lord Grazian, "I have an idea. I will question the girl."
And he went in search of his daughter. He found Magdalene at an open window.
"Well, my child, you must have hot blood to open the window in such ice-cold weather as this."
"I am giving my doves their freedom. They will have n.o.body to feed them, if I go away to-day or to-morrow."
"So you know that you are to be married to-day or to-morrow."
"Yes, I know, dear father."
"And you have stopped tearing your hair out and bursting into tears, and crying out, "I"d rather die a hundred times than marry him!""
"I will not weep again in your presence, my father."
"Your nature is entirely changed. Has this been since the Bittse wedding feast? When I tore the cowl from the head of your former lover, and you learned that he was now the lover of a beautiful woman--that changed you, did it?"
"That was a frightful moment, father."
"And you do not love the priest?"
"I swear to you, dear father, that I do not love the priest."
"That would be dreadful. I don"t know what I should do with you if you dared even to dream of that. But what"s this little bag for?"
"I am going to put some little relics in it, that I have kept of my poor mother"s; the small medallion with her miniature, a lock of her hair, woven into a flower, and a little silver cross that I used to wear when I was a child. All are to go with me when I am far, far from here."
"You have changed entirely and become a good daughter. I shall live to give you my blessing."
"Oh, do give me your blessing, if only one word," entreated the girl, as she knelt before her father. "Just let me kiss your hand once, and then lay it on my head."
Grazian let the girl draw his hand to her lips.
"Only say that you forgive me all the sorrow I have caused you against my will."
Her entreaty deceived Grazian"s sleepy mind.
"That"s good, I am not angry with you," he growled out, and with his hand stroked the head of his daughter, kneeling before him; it was meant for something like a blessing. "But now you must consider yourself ready, for the priest is here. To-night we must go to bed early, and get up betimes to-morrow, for to-morrow shall be the wedding."
Then Lord Grazian went back to the room where he had left Master Mathias.
"You"re on the wrong track, young man," he said; "I have just shrived the girl. She really is entirely changed. She does not cry at all when I talk about her wedding, and I told her that to-morrow was to be the day. She said, "Very well," and kissed my hand very prettily."
"Then that"s the very best proof that she has something else in mind.
She has said good-bye because she intends to go away to-night with her lover before the wedding to-morrow. That is why she consented so readily. I know women better than that."
"All the devils of h.e.l.l! Suppose that should be so! I will eat fire and drink poison if that"s true. Wake that Pole up, even if he is half-dead.
One can"t manage a thing of this kind alone. Rouse the household."
"We will do just the opposite. If we give the alarm, they too will learn it and be on their guard. Instead of that, let everybody drink until he cannot waken himself, and we will drug the bears. There is some secret connection with the church--those bells at midnight, and the ghost in the lighted church that your lordship himself has seen and heard,--all that does not happen without the help of man. There is something underneath it all. Just leave the whole matter to me, my Lord; by evening, I will map out such a campaign as to catch Beelzebub himself if he is in the business."
Until evening there were whispered consultations throughout Mitosin Castle, but the women were kept out of the secret. While Magdalene was at supper, the church was filled with Berezowski"s armed servants. The bridegroom, in a violent pa.s.sion, insisted that he would be present himself. As twilight came on, Berezowski slipped into the chapel, and concealed himself there with his armed followers in the crypt. They had a cask of beer and a checker board to make the time pa.s.s more rapidly.