"Hasten, damsel, with thine incantations," said he, "the camp is now aroused and the dawn is at hand."
Azrael cast a burning kiss with her hand in the direction whither Feriz had disappeared; then returning to the slave, she said, with her usual commanding voice:
"Remain here and count up to six hundred without looking after me, and by that time I shall have come back."
Majmun counted up to six hundred with a loud voice.
Meanwhile, Azrael ran along the dam of the river bank till she came to the sluice, which she raised by the exertion of her full strength. The liberated water began to flow through the opening with a mighty roar.
Then Azrael hastened back to the negro.
"And now for the island," said she.
And once more they traversed the dangerous way, Azrael lying on her back with a hand on the negro"s head. In her bosom was a poplar leaf, which afforded her great satisfaction.
On reaching the island Azrael richly recompensed the negro, and said to him:
"To-morrow morning, at dawn, thy master, Yffim Beg, will seek thee and command thee to accompany him and Ha.s.san Pasha across the bridge to the other side where stands the camp of Feriz Beg. Thou wilt find no one there, but look at the place where we were this night, and if thou shouldst find there a nosegay or a wreath, bring it to me!"
Majmun listened with amazement. How could Azrael have found out all about these things?
Azrael returned to the kiosk, where Ha.s.san Pasha was still sleeping the deep sleep of opium. He awoke in the arms of his favourite, and he could not understand why her hands were so cold and her kisses so burning.
The odalisk told him she had been dreaming. She had dreamt that she swam across the river enticed by the singing of the Peris.
Ha.s.san smiled.
"Go on sleeping, and continue thy dream," said he.
The sun was high in the heaven when Ha.s.san Pasha quitted the kiosk.
Yffim Beg was awaiting him.
"Wilt thou not ride to Pesth there to mark out the place for the camp of Feriz Beg, who has just arrived?"
Azrael shrewdly guessed that Yffim Beg was for leading the Governor to the Pesth sh.o.r.e to satisfy him as to the peasant girls whom he was said to have mistaken for soldiers by some evil enchantment. She also thought how convenient it would be for her that they should take Majmun with them for the whole day.
Ha.s.san accordingly accepted Yffim"s invitation, and galloped with him and Majmun over to the opposite sh.o.r.e, where Yffim was amazed to discover that not a soul of Feriz Beg"s host was visible.
In the night the suddenly released water had covered the whole ground of their camp, and they had been obliged to retire farther away from the river and seek another encampment beyond Pesth.
Yffim Beg would have liked to have torn out his beard in his wrath if he had not been restrained by the general"s presence.
But Majmun, under the pretext of clearing the way, reconnoitred the scene of yesterday"s interview, and there, in the roots of the silver birch, he found that a wreath had been deposited. He concealed it beneath his _burnush_, and carried it home to Azrael.
The wreath was composed of two pieces--a branch of laurel and a spray of thorn.
The damsel bowed her head before this answer. She knew that it signified: "Suffer if thou wouldst prevail!"
CHAPTER XII.
THE BATTLE OF ST. GOTHARD.
It was a beautiful summer evening; there was a half-moon in the sky, and a hundred other half-moons scattered over the hillocks below. The Turkish host had encamped among the hills skirting the river Raab.
Concerning this particular new moon, we find recorded in the prophetic column of the "Kaossa Almanack" for the current year that it was to be:
"To the Germans, help in need; To the Turks, fortune indeed; To the Magyars, power to succeed.
And whoever"s not ill Shall of health have his fill, For "tis Heaven"s own will."
The worthy astrologer forgot, however, to find out in heaven whether there are not certain quarters of the moon beneath which man may easily die even if they are not sick.
The great Grand Vizier Kiuprile, after resting on the ruins of Zerinvar, turned towards the borders of Styria and united with the army of the Pasha of Buda, below St. Gothard.
Kiuprile"s host consisted for the most part of cavalry, for his infantry was employed in digging trenches round Zerinvar, whose commandant, in reply to an invitation to surrender the fortress and not attempt to defend it with six hundred men against thirty thousand, jestingly responded: "As one Hungarian florin is worth ten Turkish piasters, one Hungarian warrior necessarily must be worth ten Turkish warriors." And what is more, the worthy man made good this rate of exchange, for when the victors came to count up the cost, they found that for six hundred Hungarians they had had to pay six thousand Osmanlis into the hands of his Majesty King Death.
Kiuprile had then pursued the armies of the Emperor, but they refused to stand and fight anywhere; and while their enemies were marching higher and higher up the banks of the Raab, they seemed to be withdrawing farther and farther away on the opposite sh.o.r.e.
The army of the Pasha of Buda should have gone round at the rear of the imperial forces, in order to unite with the Pasha of ersekujvar, the former having previously cut off every possibility of a retreat; but Ha.s.san, as an independent general, did not follow the directions sent him, simply because they came from Kiuprile, and he also made straight for the Raab by forced marches, in order to wrest the opportunity of victory from his rival.
Thus the two armies came together, on July 30th, below the romantic hills of St. Gothard, each army pitching its tents on the right bank of the river, and occupying the summits of the hills, which commanded a view of the whole region.
And certainly the worthy gentlemen showed no bad taste when they took a fancy to that part of the kingdom. In every direction lay the yellow acres, from which the terrified peasants had not yet reaped the standing corn; to the right were the gay vineyard-clad hills; to the left the dark woods and stretch upon stretch of undulating meadow-land, bisected by the winding ribbon of the Raab. On a hill close by stood the gigantic pillared portico of the Monastery of St. Gothard, with fair pleasure-groves at its base. Farther away were the towers of four or five villages. The setting sun, as if desirous of making the district still more beautiful, enwrapped it in a veil of golden mist.
"Thou dog!" cried Ha.s.san Pasha to the peasant who alone received the terrible guests in the abandoned cloisters, "this region is far too beautiful for the like of you monks to dwell in. But you will not be in it long, my good sirs, for I mean to take it for myself. The peasant after all is lord here. He eats his own bread and he drinks his own wine, and he has a couple of good garments to draw over his head. But stop, things shall be very different, for I shall have a word to say about it."
The honest peasant took off his cap. "G.o.d grant," said he, "that more and more of you may dwell in my domains, and that I may build your houses for you." The man was a grave-digger.
Ha.s.san Pasha and his suite occupied the monastery, whose vestibule was filled with priests and magistrates from every quarter of the kingdom, whose duty it was to collect and bring in provisions and taxes due to the Turkish Government. And what they brought in was never sufficient, and therefore the poor creatures had to send deputies as hostages from time to time, who followed their lords on foot wherever they went, and relieved each other from this servitude in rotation; some of them had been here for half a year.
The Turkish army was more than 100,000 strong, and the right bank of the river was planted for a long distance with their tents. The monastery const.i.tuted the centre of the camp; there was the encampment of Ha.s.san"s favourite mamelukes and the selected corps of cloven-nosed, gigantic negroes, who used to plunge into the combat half-naked, and neither take nor give quarter. Alongside of them was the cavalry of Kucsuk Pasha, a corps accustomed to the strictest discipline. Close beside the tents of this division, within a quadrilateral, guarded by a ditch, you could see the camp of the Amazon Brigade, whose first thought when they pitch their tents is to entrench themselves.
Close to the camp of Kucsuk lies the Moldavian army, from whose elaborate precautions you can gather that they have a far greater fear of their allies all around them than of the foe against whom they are marching. From beyond the monastery, right up to the vineyards of Nagyfalva, the ground is occupied by the noisy Janissaries of Ismail Pasha, who, if their military reputation lies not, are more used to distributing orders to their commanders than receiving orders from them.
Beyond the vine-clad hills lies the cavalry of the Grand Vizier, Achmed Kiuprile, and all round about, wherever a column of smoke is to be seen or the sky is blood-red, there is good reason for suspecting that there the marauding Tartar bands are out, whom it was not the habit to attach to the main army. Far in the rear, along the mountain paths, on the slopes of the narrow forest pa.s.ses, could be seen the endlessly long procession of wagons laden with plunder, intermingled with long round iron cannons and ancient stone mortars, each one drawn along by ten or twelve buffaloes, striving laboriously and painfully to urge their way forward, and if one of them stops for a moment, or falls down, all the others behind it must stop also.
It is now evening, and from one division of the army to another the messengers from headquarters are hurrying. Kiuprile"s messenger comes to inform Ha.s.san that the army of the enemy has taken up its position on the opposite bank, between two forests, the French mercenaries and the German auxiliary troops have joined it, so that it would be well to attack it in the night, before it has had time properly to marshal its ranks.
"Thy master is mad," replied Ha.s.san; "how can I fly across the water?
Before me is the river Raab. I should have to fling a bridge across it first--nay two, three bridges--which it would take me days to do, and I cannot even begin to do it till the old ammunition waggons have arrived. Go back, therefore, and tell thy master that if he wants to fight I"ll sound the alarm."
The messenger opened his eyes wide, being unaware of the fact that Ha.s.san was short-sighted, and consequently only knew the river Raab from the map, not knowing that at the spot where he stood the river was not more than two yards wide, and could be bridged over in a couple of hours without the a.s.sistance of old ammunition wagons--so back the messenger went to Kiuprile.
He had scarce shown a clean pair of heels, when the messenger of Kucsuk Pasha arrived to signify in his master"s name that the battle could not be postponed, because no hay had arrived for the horses.
Ha.s.san turned furiously on the captive magistrates.