CHAPTER XXVII.

Wherein is shown how great a force the will of a

woman is, and how quickly it can alter the order of

things which man devises.

Three days later, Count Hommonai brought back his forces, after

successfully driving the Turkish freebooters into the neighboring

county; it was for the neighboring county to drive them on still

further.

Valentine came riding safe and sound into his own courtyard, and

great was Michal's joy when she saw him return in such a merry mood.

Nevertheless, she surrendered the first kisses to her mother-in-law.

"Well, have you cut down many Turks?" inquired Dame Sarah.

"I've felled a few, but I did not count how many."

"I'm only glad they've done you no harm," said Michal joyfully.

"You've been praying for me, darling, have you not? Were you not in

church, did you sit by my mother?"

"Oh, no!" cried Dame Sarah, eager to tell everything. "That wicked

old Fürmender woman would not let her come into the pew. She said to

her: 'Servant maids must sit behind.' And do you know who it was

that found her a seat after all? Why the good Countess Hommonai!

Yes, the countess herself actually made Michal come and sit down

beside her in her own beautiful pew."

Valentine snatched his cap from his head as if the countess stood

before him in person.

"God bless her for it! You thanked her for her graciousness, I

hope?"

"At the time we hardly knew what to say, we were so confused; but

her ladyship has invited Michal to the castle."

"And have you been?"

"Not yet, I waited for you. We must go together."

Valentine scratched his head.

"With Count Hommonai I should think nothing of going against a whole

host of dog-headed Tartars, but how can I approach the countess? She

is such a fine lady, and I am such a stupid blockhead."

But he had to go all the same, and that at once, for scarcely had he

had time to change his clothes when the captain's carriage drove up

to the door, and a heyduke brought the message that the count and

countess wished to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Kalondai.

"Well, I don't know what will be the end of it," stammered

Valentine. He was so nervous that he could not even tie his

neckerchief properly, and kept on buttoning his coat at one moment a

button too high, and at another a button too low, so that he had to

begin it all over again.

But he had to go, for the carriage was waiting outside.

Dame Sarah now gave her daughter-in-law another dress to wear, a

trifle simpler than the former one, and hung a handsome mantle round

her shoulders.

The Countess Hommonai come forward to meet her guests to the very

door of the room, and received Michal with great cordiality.

"And to think, my dear!" said she, "that while I was delivering you

out of the hands of the Philistines last Sunday, your husband should

be rescuing mine from the hands of the Turks! But you have heard

all about it already, I dare say?"

"I have heard nothing. My husband never boasts of his exploits."

"He never boasts, eh? Then he's all the more a man."

Valentine grew fiery red.

They had got thus far, when the count himself entered the countess's

chamber. And he was as handsome a man as she was a woman. He had

long, chestnut-brown hair rolling down his shoulders, red cheeks, an

open forehead, a well-twisted mustache, and a stately figure.

And the count also was very kind to them both, and ignoring

altogether the fact that he was a magnate and a captain, while

Valentine was only a simple gentleman and a corporal, he held out

his hand and shook Valentine's so vigorously that Valentine grew

visibly.

But the countess made Michal sit down beside her on the sofa, which

was covered with a beautiful gobelin.

Valentine thought that Michal, now that she was in polite society,

would put on the fine manners she had learnt at home and thus betray

herself. All the more pleasantly surprised was he, therefore, when

he saw that Milly could clean forget Michal, so well did she know

how to fall into the ways of the rustics. First of all, she shyly

hesitated to sit down at all. Then she dusted the corner of the sofa

a little with her skirt before sitting down on the edge of it, just

as the country people are wont to do, at which the countess secretly

smiled.

"Yes, my husband would certainly at this moment be a prisoner among

the Turks," said the countess to Milly, "if your husband had not

saved him. Mine had ventured forward a little too far. When the

Turks had been put to flight, and the hussars were busy tying the

prisoners together in couples, my lord captain took it into his

head to capture the pasha single-handed. The pasha, however, had

already taken to his heels, and nobody had a horse swift enough to

catch him but my husband, who accordingly overtook and captured him.

But while he was securing him, up came the pasha's attendants, who

threw a hair lasso round my husband's neck and pulled him from his

horse. Then they began to hale him away, when Kalondai perceived the

danger of his captain, and dashed forward at the head of two of his

men. The Turks, overtaken, and thus prevented from dragging away my

husband alive, at once resolved to kill him, and one of them drew a

saber to cut off his head. But Kalondai was quicker than the Turk,

and cut him down with a single blow. Thus he saved my husband's life

and liberty. The mark of the cord is still visible on my husband's

neck, and the cord itself (which he has brought home with him) I

shall always preserve among my curiosities. So now you see how well

we did in praying together out of the same prayer book. You have a

brave husband!"

Valentine's heart swelled with pride at this great praise.

"And he shall be rewarded for his valor," put in the count. "I'll

give him the pick of the prisoners and of the captured horses, and I

make him my lieutenant besides."

"I thank my gracious lord for his goodness," replied Valentine (he

was never at a loss when he had men to deal with, it was only with

women that he felt shy); "if I may choose, I'll pick out from among

the captives a good-natured fellow of humble rank who may help my

mother in her household duties. A horse I don't want. I am content

with that I have. But if my lord captain will do me a favor, I beg

of him a better horse for my comrade Simplex, the field-trumpeter,

for his present nag is lame. As to my promotion to the rank of

lieutenant, I thank my lord captain for it, but I must decline it.

That is no post for one like me who has never learnt the art of war.

I should like, however, to make another request of my gracious lord.

It is the inmost wish of my poor mother that I should relieve her of

the cares of the business, which is a heavy burden to her. I

therefore beg permission to leave the service that I may carry on

the trade of a butcher."

The count laughed.

"But you have clean forgotten one of your best arguments: 'As I have

only just been married, I would much rather remain at home with my

wife than scamper after the foe!' You are right. I would say the

same if I only could. I'll release you at once from your military

service."

"But not that you may become a butcher," said the countess. "A man

like you deserves a better place. The post of castellan has become

vacant, and my husband has the gift of it. My dear, you must make

Mr. Kalondai our castellan."

"It shall be done," declared the count.

"Alas, your ladyship!" cried Milly, when she saw that her husband

could not immediately find an answer, "I fear me greatly that my

husband will never do for such a post as that. He is, like me, very

ignorant. He did not learn very much at school and they kicked him

out at last. Now, a castellan has to speak with many great lords,

and read many letters which are written in Latin and German, and

even French perhaps. How could my poor dear husband read and answer

all these letters? A mischief would surely come of it."

"I tell you what," said the countess; "I know Latin, German, and

French. Come to me at the castle twice a day, and I'll instruct you

in all those languages. Nay, you must. I have nothing else to do,

and what you learn from me you must teach your husband at home, and

thus he will very soon know everything required of him in his new

office."

"That will do very well," said the count.

Now it would have been downright rudeness to have rejected such a

generous offer. A greater reward and distinction they could not have

desired. Nevertheless, they resolved to keep the matter secret and

not even tell it to Dame Sarah, who would certainly have boasted of

it all over the town. All they let her know was that the countess

had permitted Milly to come to the castle daily to learn cookery

from her cook and stitching from her housekeeper. Now _we_ know that

Milly could do all these things ever so long ago; but the

astonishment of Dame Sarah was great indeed when her

daughter-in-law, every time she returned from the castle, proceeded

to manufacture some new cake or pastry, while she soon hemmed

handkerchiefs so beautifully that it was a marvel how she did it.

It was also a great surprise for Dame Sarah when Valentine chose for

her from among the imprisoned Turks a good-humored fellow who had

been a butcher's apprentice in his native place. To him the shop

could safely be intrusted, for a Turk, when properly treated, is an

upright, diligent, and sober servant, and devoted to his master.

Dame Sarah treated him like her own son, and would not allow him to

be branded, as was usually done in those days.

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