“Well explained! But at least you will not deny that in hilly districts they never plough to the end of their fields for fear that if they go right to the margin the earth will tilt over with them.”
“They do that because the margin is of a rocky consistency which no ploughshare will penetrate.”
“Then what do you say of their custom of choosing to represent them at the Diet those amongst them upon whom their obsolete, short skin-jackets sit the best? I’ll swear I saw the selfsame jacket now worn by the Olahfalva deputy at the Diet of Klausenburg twelve years ago, only then it was on someone else’s shoulders.”
“The good folks think,” returned the Princess, “that a deputy to the Diet need say little or nothing, but that the coat in which he has to sit for hours ought to be as comfortable as possible.”
“You seem to know the reason of everything. But, come now! explain, if you can, the signification of the promises which this Szekler has got out of me. He petitioned for two things: first, that the distance between Olahfalva and Klausenburg should henceforth be declared to be only two miles.”
“Oh! sancta simplicitas!” cried Anna. “They have a charter which permits them to offer their timber for sale at any place within two miles of their district; they are consequently anxious to have the Klausenburg market thrown open to them.”
“I really believe you are right,” returned Apafi, in a tone of conviction. “I now begin to suspect their second petition, although it seems to me to have no special connection with their community. They desire it to be legally enacted that he who has no horse shall henceforth be obliged to go on foot.”
“I have it!” cried Anna, after a moment’s reflection. “Olahfalva has recently been made a post station, and the couriers passing through the place have therefore the right to demand fresh horses there. Now the good people begin to find this new obligation onerous, and therefore want a law passed to compel the couriers to make their pilgrimages through Olahfalva on foot.”
Apafi stamped angrily on the ground.
“The impudent rascal! To presume to jest with me in such a way! Well, you shall see how I’ll make them grin on the other side of their faces. But is it not about time to readmit the gentlemen?”
“One word more, Apafi,” said Anna gently, placing her velvety arms on her husband’s shoulder. “I observed Kucsuk Pasha among your liegemen; I presume he came to take his leave?”
Apafi threw back his head much perplexed.
“Not at all! Don’t you know that we are here to capture Klausenburg? It is Kucsuk’s business to take it.”
“Michael!” cried the Princess, in a tone of tearful supplication. “Do you mean to say that you will suffer a Turkish garrison in Klausenburg? Do you forget that the Osmanlis are always loth to relinquish any Hungarian stronghold that they once get possession of? Do you not recollect that Klausenburg is the capital of your realm, and those who dwell within its walls are your own people, your own compatriots, your own coreligionists? And you would expose them to the horrors of an assault? The Turks may be your allies, but after all they are heathens and aliens, whom you should not allow to play havoc with your people. Did not your heart sink within you when you saw the walls of Klausenburg? Could you behold those towers, those houses, without reflecting that there are the homes of your fellow-countrymen and the churches of your God, into which the besiegers would hurl their firebrands? Could you look at those ramparts without perceiving crowds of mothers holding their babes in their arms, and declaring to you that your own people—an innocent, loyal, honest people—dwell therein? And you would hold your triumphal entry into the capital of your country over the mutilated bodies of these women and children?”
Apafi rose from his seat. His forehead was bathed with sweat. Involuntary remorse was legible on his troubled countenance.
“No, Anna; I don’t wish it. How can you think me so heartless? What! I, who could never endure the tears of a single woman, should remain deaf to the lamentations of a whole nation? But what am I to do? I meant to have called out the banderia to invest the town, and so compel the garrison to surrender; but how shall I set about it with Kucsuk Pasha in the way? He is determined to storm the town, I know not how to prevent him.”
“Be easy on that score. The commanders of the Turkish troops in Transylvania have received firmans17 ordering them to instantly rejoin the army of the Grand Vizier at Érsekújvár. Kucsuk too has doubtless received such a firman.”
“I was not aware of it. That is why he wants to press on the assault, I suppose?”
“A similar mandate is already on its way to you from the Divan,18 and by pretending that this mandate has already reached you, it will be easy to induce the Pasha in a friendly way to raise the siege of Klausenburg.”
“I will try, Anna; I will try!” cried Apafi, walking up and down the tent. “I owe it to my people, and I would rather turn my back upon these walls than force my way through them with fire and sword.”
“But you must not turn your back upon them,” replied the discreet lady; “there are ways and means of getting possession of the fortress without having recourse to fire and sword.”
Apafi stood still and looked inquiringly at his wife. She drew him closer to her and whispered in his ear—
“Before coming to Klausenburg, I secretly instructed the well-disposed within the town to try and bring the garrison over to our side. This morning our spies have brought
