Fruzsinka followed him, and grasped his hand in hers.
"We have no time for talking. A whole gang of heydukes from Pesth is on your track. Come away immediately; here are the horses of your persecutors; up and ride for your life till you have left the frontier behind you. Do not trust even your companions who will follow you, but do not wait for them."
And so saying, she helped Raby to mount, only he was so exhausted he found it difficult to keep his seat, and was crying like a child.
"Weep not thus, wretched man," she cried impatiently. "Shame on you for your weakness! Why do you look at me like that? We have nothing more to do with each other, you and I. But fly, and look not back, and beware of ever setting foot in this accursed country again, for whose sake you have made both me and yourself so miserable."
While she spoke, she cast her cloak about him to protect him from the bitter cold of the winter"s night.
Raby would have spoken one last word, but she cut him short by switching his horse"s flanks with her riding whip, whereat the animal bounded away over the ground, where the snow already lay a foot deep. And the last sound Raby heard from the "csarda" was the cracking of Villam Pista"s whip.
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
It really looked as if Raby"s flight had been a predetermined affair, so that allowing him to get off in woman"s clothes, the authorities might recapture him to lead him back to Pesth in triumph, more degraded than ever in the public eyes, only that the appearance of Villam Pista somewhat disturbed this hypothesis.
Villam Pista, otherwise Fruzsinka, in fact, had learned from spies that Raby had escaped from prison, having pitched her camp in the neighbouring forest--a fitting abode for the half-crazed woman who now lived at enmity with all the world, though she boasted that what she robbed the rich of she divided among the poor--a sentiment which caused the ten thousand ducats to be taken off Gyongyom Miska"s head and set on hers. But when she heard of the pursuit of Raby, her heart smote her with pity for the man she had so cruelly wronged, who was now a persecuted fugitive.
With her companions she had lain concealed in the forest near the inn, till the arrival of the Pesth heydukes warned her that the time for reprisals had come--with what results we have seen.
But she only learned in what disguise Raby had fled, when she saw him.
In an instant her plan was formed. The Pesth pursuers were all around; if Raby escaped them, he would be taken at the Austrian frontier, where, seeing the Hungarian trappings of his horse, they would relegate him to the Pesth authorities to deal with. And meditating on this thought, she re-entered the inn. "She has escaped me," she cried, "and has dashed off on one of the heyduke"s horses."
"You don"t mean to say my cousin has run away!" cried Kurovics anxiously. And he made as though to follow the fugitive Serb maiden.
"Not so fast, my friend," exclaimed the robber-chief, "besides you have not told me your name." And she questioned the two closely as to their antecedents--questions which they did their best to evade.
"Well, by way of pa.s.sing the time, suppose I teach you how to dance!
We"ll just see what you can do?"
And with that, the pretended brigand took out an axe from under his coat and dexterously threw it at Kurovics, so that he jumped up nervously as it fell with its edge close to him.
But the noise of shots fired without, arrested these diversions. Villam Pista did not stop even to pick up the axe, but s.n.a.t.c.hing the rifle from the table bounded out to face this new alarm.
Outside there stood her horse, which quickly mounting, she shouted to her followers who were awaiting her orders, and galloped away into the night. The fresh party of heydukes, with this new enemy to run down, forgot all about Raby (for on his head only two hundred ducats were set, while it was a matter of ten thousand with Villam Pista). And that chieftain was thinking that this delay would give Raby time to cross the river, while the frontier guards" attention would be distracted by the shots fired. Two of the pursuers at last succeeded in running down Villam Pista, and in cutting him off from his comrades.
They were closing upon him in a thicket, and no outlet remained.
"Is it the ten thousand ducats you are seeking?" laughed their enemy contemptuously, as she took two pistols out of the holster, and seized the while her horse"s bridle in her mouth. And just as the a.s.sailants approached closer, the robber fired, aiming not at the riders, but at their steeds. Both beasts fell, the one with his rider under him, the other on his knees, so that the heyduke was thrown over the horse"s head.
Villam Pista clapped his hands and laughed aloud. "Now you can overtake my husband," cried the false highwayman, and for the moment the old Fruzsinka a.s.serted herself.
Then she vanished into the thicket, the gathering fog hiding all trace of her, even as might disappear some wild valkyr of the old legends.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI.
Raby succeeded in crossing the frontier, the thick mist which veiled the moonlight favouring his escape. The shame of the situation nearly killed him. To be freed by a woman masquerading as a robber-chieftain--and that woman his wife! His wretched spouse had done him many wrongs, yet this one, although intended to benefit him, smote him as with a lash, and the memory of her last words stung him to the quick.
But he had by this reached the adjacent river, whose waters were not sufficiently frozen over to bear the weight of both himself and his horse. So he had to dismount and leave the animal behind, and then cross the ice on foot as best he could.
This was undoubtedly better than arriving at the Austrian frontier on horseback, for a woman riding alone at that time of night would certainly arouse the suspicions of the Austrian officials, and they would probably escort him back to whence he came. So he dragged himself to the first wayside inn he could find, and explained his presence there with a story of his brothers having fallen into a snow-drift. The kind-hearted people believed him, and when it was light, set out to find his kinsmen. But whom, strangely enough, should they come across but Raby"s two friends, who, after the fight with the heydukes, had set out to follow him, not without many mishaps in the snow which bore out Raby"s tale.
It was a right merry meeting, and the three could eat and sleep in safety now that they were free from their pursuers. They thought it best to say nothing of the heydukes, in case they might be cited as witnesses. There still lay a two days" journey before them across bad roads ere they could reach Vienna. His friends" readiness to accompany him convinced Raby that they were in the service of the Emperor, and not mercenaries of the Pesth authorities. In view of chance separating them again, Kurovics made over to Raby thirty gulden so that he might not be without money.
On Austrian territory, Kurovics became quite communicative, and let out that he was no Szent-Endre burgher, but a well-to-do landed proprietor, whose father had been enn.o.bled by Maria Theresa, and that he was in the Emperor"s confidence.
"And won"t I just give you a reception if you ever come back to our country," he cried, "not with pa.s.sports, but with police and dragoons at your back. I promise you I"ll kill my finest sheep and roast it whole in your honour, and open a bottle of the best wine my cellar contains to drink your health in."
"How do I know if I shall ever return?" queried Raby sadly.
But at last they reached Vienna, and put up at the "Dun Stag" by the Red Tower Gate. Kurovics was evidently well known in the capital, and Raby"s doubts about him were henceforth set at rest for good and all.
Our hero had willingly taken a few days" repose after all the fatigues of his onerous journey, but Kurovics would not hear of it. "Get to work directly," he urged, "the Emperor is anxiously awaiting your explanations. Write down your indictment, and do not wait to change your clothes, but just come as you are into the palace, and we will come with you as far as the Hofburg. For you know here in Vienna, everyone who comes into the city has to report himself immediately, and state his business here. It is possible that the Vienna police have already received instructions from Pesth, in this case they will perhaps lock you up before you can get a hearing with his Majesty, so be beforehand and get the start of your enemies."
And Raby thought it as well to take this advice, so he proceeded to put on paper his report as simply and briefly as possible. He was, moreover, convinced that Kurovics was a genuine friend of the people, for he gave him many proofs of gross abuse of authority on the part of the Pesth officials.
Hardly was the ink on the paper dried, than they chartered a coach and drove off to the Hofburg, in order to be in time for the daily audience which the Emperor was accustomed to hold for those who sought a hearing. The audience chamber led straight into the Emperor"s own private cabinet, and was daily, from the hours of ten in the morning till one o"clock, filled by a crowd of all sorts and conditions of people, who came furnished with written pet.i.tions, or preferring requests, unannounced and in every-day dress, to seek a personal audience of the Emperor, which was always granted to them in turn.
Joseph spoke all the languages of the polyglot races he governed, and was equally versed in all the various _patois_, though he usually conversed in German with the pet.i.tioners of higher rank.
It was a mixed crowd which now stood awaiting the imperial pleasure--prelates, soldiers, Jews, mourning-clad widows, finely dressed ladies, and peasants in their varied national costumes, jostled one another in the ante-chamber in which Raby and his friends found themselves. There was no precedence of rank observed, for the Emperor would speak to whomsoever he willed first, though none were overlooked.
All at once a hush fell on the chattering crowd, and only a subdued whisper was heard here and there, as the moment for the Emperor"s appearance had arrived. Raby was not a little shocked to note how his imperial master had altered: camp life had apparently not suited him.
His cheeks were hollowed as with sickness, and his features bore the unmistakable marks of the ravages of both bodily and mental suffering; only the clear blue eyes he remembered so well of old, were unchanged.
Amid the crowd of suppliants, the Emperor seemed not to observe Raby and his companions. At last Raby ventured to press into his hand his report.
"What is this?" asked the Kaiser in German, as he pocketed the doc.u.ment without looking at its contents.
All those who had spoken with the Emperor had to withdraw directly the audience was over, and Raby and his friends were at last the only ones left. The Emperor seeing that they still waited, demanded of Kurovics what it was they sought?
Kurovics thereupon with a low bow, gave him to understand they were only accompanying the lady.
"I have received her pet.i.tion already," said Joseph, "what does the girl want?"
"Does not your Majesty remember me?" asked Raby in a low voice.
The Emperor scanned him sharply with no sign of recognition.
"I have never seen you before," he exclaimed coldly. "What is your name?"
"Sire, I am Mathias Raby!"