Chapter 93
Then he returned to the sick girl, whose face burned with fever.
"Lorand will be here immediately," he a.s.sured her gently.
"I shall soon be far away," sighed the girl with burning lips.
It seemed so long till Lorand returned!
The girl asked no more questions about him: but she was alert at the opening of every door or rattling of carriages in the street, and each time became utterly despondent, when it was not he after all.
How late he was!
Yet Lorand had come as quickly as four fleet-footed steeds could gallop.
Fever made the girl's imagination more irritable.
"If some misfortune should befall him on the way? If he should meet the defeated robbers? If he should be upset on one of the rickety bridges?"
Pictures of horror followed each other in quick succession in her feverish brain. She trembled for Lorand.
Then it occurred to her that he could defend himself against terrors.
Why, he knew how to pray.
She clasped her hands across her breast and closed her eyes.
As she said "Amen" to herself she heard the rattling of wheels in the courtyard, and then the well-known steps approaching along the corridor.
What a relief that was!
She felt that her prayer had been heard. How happy are those who believe in it!
The door opened and the youth she wors.h.i.+pped stepped in, hastening to her bed and taking her hand.
"You see, I was lucky: I found him on the road. That is a good sign."
Czipra smiled.
Her eyes seemed to ask him, "Nothing has happened to you?"
The surgeon examined the wound, bandaged it and told the girl to be quiet, not to move or talk much.
"Is there any hope?" asked Lorand in a whisper.
"G.o.d and nature may help."
The doctor had to leave to look after the wounded robbers. Lorand and his uncle remained beside Czipra.
Lorand sat on the side of her bed and held her hand in his. The doctor had brought
How Czipra blessed the knife that had given her that wound!
She alone knew how far it had penetrated.
The others thought such a narrow little wound was not enough to cut a life in two.
Topandy was writing a letter on Lorand's writing-table: and when asked "to whom?" he said "To the priest."
Yet he was not wont to correspond with such.
Czipra thought this too was all on her account.
Why, she had not yet been christened.
What a mysterious house it was, the door of which was now to open before her!
Perhaps a whole palace, in the brilliant rooms of which the eye was blinded, as it looked down them?
Soon steps were heard again outside. Perhaps the clergyman was coming.
She was mistaken.
In the new-comer she recognized a figure she had seen long before--Mr.
Buczkay, the lawyer.
Despite the customary roundness of that official's face, there were traces of pity on it, pity for the young girl, victim of so dreadful a crime.
He called Topandy aside and began to whisper to him.
Czipra could not hear what they were saying: but a look which the two men cast in her direction, betrayed to her the subject of their discourse.
The judges were here and were putting the law into force upon the guilty.--They were examining into the events, from beginning to end.--They must know all.--They had taken the depositions of the others already: now it was her turn.--They would come with their doc.u.ments, and ask her "Where did you walk? Why did you leave your room at night? Why did you open the house-door? Whom were you looking for outside in the garden?"
What could she answer to those terrible questions?
Should she burden her conscience with lies, before the eyes of G.o.d whom she would call as a witness from Heaven, and to whom she would raise her supplicating hands for pity, when the day of reckoning came?
Or should she confess all?
Should she tell how she had loved him: how mad she was: how she started in search of a charm, with which she wished to overcome the heart of her darling?
She could not confess that! Rather the last drop of blood from her heart, than that secret.
Or should she maintain an obdurate silence? That, however, would create suspicion that she, the robber's daughter, had opened the door for her robber father, and had plotted with workers of wickedness.
What a desperate situation!
And then again it occurred to her that she too could defend herself against terrors: she knew now how to pray. So she took refuge in the sanctuary of the Great Lord, and, embracing the pillars of his throne, prayed, and prayed, and prayed.
Scarce a quarter of an hour after the lawyer's departure, some one else came.