"And would you be willing to take me to it?" Raby ventured to ask.
"No, for they have bound me by a terrible oath never, except at the bidding of the notary, to break open the walled-up pa.s.sage. What I have sworn, I hold sacred, but this much will I say, that you can still manage to get there."
"Through the "pope" who knows the other entrance, eh?"
"Mark well, not through the first. It is as much as his life is worth to betray that secret. But there is another way yet. If you can gain the ear of the Emperor, persuade him to order the election of new representatives in the council, then there would be neither the judge, nor the notary, nor any at present in office to reckon with. If we get a new notary, I could show him the secret pa.s.sage without any difficulty, since my oath compels me only to "open it at the notary"s bidding.""
"That is a good idea, Marczi, I will try and follow it out."
"You too care for the rights of our poor oppressed folk. May the good G.o.d reward you! But I will tell you where our greatest danger lies; it is in the surveying of the land that the Emperor has ordered. The whole work the surveyor performs is a sham. The best fields under his survey become ownerless, and the munic.i.p.ality takes possession of them. The common folk have to be satisfied with sterile, marshy waste land, and the peasants have to sell their last cow, because they have no pasture for it. Come with me a little way, and I will show you."
So Raby sauntered the livelong day with his old school-fellow through the fields, and saw much. If the new surveying measures were taken, four-fifths of the peasants" property was ruined, the remaining fifth was devoured by their oppressors, and the owner became houseless and a serf.
Towards evening, Raby turned homewards with an empty game-bag and a heavy heart.
His mood surely had not escaped Fruzsinka, for she welcomed him with more than ordinary tenderness. She had prepared for his supper some of his favourite dumplings, but somehow even these delicacies failed to satisfy him, and he only wanted to go to bed.
The next morning, Marczi was there quite early. He brought what he had promised, a whole h.o.a.rd of doc.u.ments. Raby took them into his study, and was the whole day long deciphering them.
Marczi, meantime, went about his own business.
As he came out towards the market-place, at the end of the long street, he heard the tones of a bagpipe, and the strains of a violin fell on his ear. But when he came up with the music, he saw what was going forward.
The recruiting officers were coming down the street.
So the Emperor wanted soldiers, that was evident enough.
And a right merry affair it was, this recruiting!
They chose out from among the hussars the finest looking fellow, and he was sent from town to town with a dozen comrades to enlist recruits.
They played and sang some such song as this as they went:
"Merry is the game we play, See, our uniforms so gay, And the ensign that we bear, "Twas our sweethearts placed it there!"
They each carried a bottle of good wine in their hands, and every citizen they met was promptly treated to a cup, till he noticed that they wore the hussar uniform. But no human power, once he had tasted the wine, could then free him, and he belonged thenceforth to the recruiting sergeants.
The recruiters reaped the best harvest in the market-place, where they led a riotous dance. It was a regular Magyar measure, a wild, capricious "Csardas," with a dash in it of defiant pride, every movement and gesture suggesting reckless abandon. The clapping of hands, the clinking of spurs, the stamping of feet, all helped towards it, and when the last movement came, foot and heel vied with each other, as the tall figures swayed hither and thither, with the sabre swinging jauntily at their sides, and the "csako" on their heads. No wonder that with a dozen such warriors dancing in a row, the women"s eyes sparkled as they watched, and they beckoned to the tallest men in the crowd to come and join in.
The recruiters had finished their dance, and were coming along the street where Marczi was walking.
In front was the recruiting-sergeant, and he seemed in a right merry mood. Behind him came the piper, taking wild leaps and bounds as he played an accompaniment to the dancers on his bagpipes; then followed the rest, strutting along like peac.o.c.ks, offering the bottle to all they met.
Marczi did not look at them; he was in too much of a hurry. But the recruiting-sergeant stopped him.
"Halloa, comrade, won"t you stop for a word? Anyone would think you had stolen something by the way you run."
"I am in a hurry. I have a job I want to finish. You have done your work, I see?"
"Don"t be a fool, man, we can only live once. Have a drink!"
"The deuce take your drink. Don"t you see that to-day I"ve carpentering business on hand. It won"t do for me to get giddy when I"m on the ladder."
"Well, a gulp of wine wouldn"t do you any harm. You don"t go any further till you"ve had a swallow from my bottle, I tell you."
"Oh, very well," and Marczi took the proffered drink.
"Here"s to our true friendship, comrade!" said the other as he followed suit.
Marczi was turning away, having thus gratified his interlocutor, when the latter called him back.
"Marczi, Marczi!" he called, "here"s something for you. Here, hold out your hand!"
And the recruiting-sergeant pulled out a thaler from his coat-pocket, and forced it into Marczi"s hand, shaking it as he did so.
This time the carpenter would have gone off in earnest, but the other called him back in quite a peremptory tone.
"Dacso Marczi," he shouted, "you must stay, you can"t go now. You have drunk of the soldier"s wine, and accepted the press-money, now there is no drawing back, so off you march with the rest!"
The carpenter stood dumbfoundered whilst they pressed an hussar"s "csako" on his head. He felt for the handle of his saw in the belt of his ap.r.o.n. For one instant he had a wild impulse to fall upon the sergeant; but then he reflected, it was all his own fault. So he resigned himself to his fate. What had he to regret, indeed, in leaving this town? There was no one there who would weep for him. So he quietly took off his ap.r.o.n.
"If I am to be a soldier, let us see where the wine bottle is. Piper, play my favourite song, "A soldier"s life for me!""
"The Danube waters long shall flow "Ere thou again my face shalt know."
"Now, Mr. Corporal, are you ready? Off we go, and walk and talk till morning."
And the newly-made soldier drank with the recruiters to his new profession.
On the morrow, the recruiting-sergeant went with the ex-carpenter to his old home, so that he might arrange his affairs there before leaving. He had an old aunt to whom he could safely entrust his belongings. Besides, ten years after all, are not an eternity. They pa.s.s before one can look round.
The good old soul was busy tying up her nephew"s bundle, when a messenger appeared with an official air, and the order:
"Dacso Marczi, it is settled at head-quarters that the recruiters are to stay a week here; during that time you are to stop here and not attempt to go anywhere else; but you are to put your three horses to, and drive to-day with relays to Pesth."
Marczi was inclined to rebel, but it availed nothing.
The sergeant only laughed.
"It"s no jest, Marczi. They reckon on you for the relays. A gulden for every horse and each station, besides money for the driver, and for drinks."
"But why should I go with relays, when there are plenty of carriage owners who have nothing better to do than to chatter with jackanapes?"
"My dear fellow, this is why, so you shall not think we are getting the best of you. You know that the surveyor has finished his work and is to leave the town to-day. You know, too, how angry the mob are with him.
They will pelt him with stones. But if they see that you, whom they all like, are the coachman, they won"t do it for fear of hitting you."
In half an hour from that time, a light carriage, drawn by three good horses, stood at the gate of the prefect"s residence, where the surveyor was staying. On the box sat Dacso Marczi himself. The orderlies carried out the surveyor"s doc.u.ments, done up in large bundles, to lay them under the leather covering of the back seat. The surveyor himself was well guarded against the cold, having on a seasonable fur coat and warm overshoes, while the lappets of his fur cap were fastened well under his chin.