LIKE THE PHOENIX.
It seemed too good to be true! But it was a fact that the Mongols were
really gone--gone as they had come, like one of the plagues of Egypt,
for there "remained not one" in all Hungary.
As soon as King Béla knew that the unexpected had come to pass, and that
the land was clear of the enemy, he hastened home. But what a home he
found! It had been one of the fairest and richest in Europe; and now he
rode for whole days without seeing so much as a single human being, and
his followers had to do battle with the wild beasts, which had
multiplied to an alarming degree. Go which way he would, he found the
land uncultivated and overgrown with thorns and weeds; and when he did
come across an inhabited district, the men he encountered were not men,
but spectres. The many unburied corpses, together with the sometimes
altogether indescribable kinds of food upon which the people had had to
subsist, had produced pestilence of divers kinds, which carried off
many of those who had escaped the Mongols.
It was only a year or so since the first irruption of the Mongols, but
the land was a chaos.
How the King laboured with might and main to restore the "years which
the locust had eaten," and how he succeeded are matters which belong to
history.
Very gradually and cautiously the people ventured forth from the dens in
which they had concealed themselves. At first they came only one or two
at a time, to reconnoitre; but when they were convinced that the enemy
had utterly withdrawn himself, the joyful news was quickly conveyed to
those who were still in hiding, and they flocked back to the ruined
towns and villages, which began at once to rise from their ashes.
One by one the bells pealed forth again from the church-towers, and
many, many a cross was put up in the graveyards to the memory of those
who returned no more; not only of those known to be dead, but of those
who had simply disappeared, no one could say how, but whose bodies were
never found, and who might therefore have been carried away to a living
death as slaves. Few indeed of the captives were ever seen again. Many a
hamlet and small village of the plains had been wiped out as completely
as if it had never existed, and some of these were never rebuilt, though
their names live in the neighbourhood to the present day.
Many a young man who had been but a "poor relation" before the flood,
now found himself the heir to large estates and great wealth.
Once more the plough was to be seen at work among the furrows, drawn now
by an ox, now by a horse, and not infrequently by the farmer himself,
the old owner or the new. Where there had been ten inhabitants there was
now one; but that one seemed to have inherited all the energy, vigour,
and hopefulness of the other nine, so fiercely he worked.
Buried treasures were dug up again, though often not by those who had
buried them; many remained undiscovered for centuries; many have not
been found to this day.
The wolves still roamed the plains as if the world belonged to them;
they would even enter the scantily populated villages and carry off
infants from the cradle, and from the very arms of their mothers. Clouds
of ravens and crows still hovered over the countless bodies of those who
had fallen victims to the Mongols or to starvation, exposure, disease.
Both birds and beasts disputed the possession of the land with its
returning inhabitants.
Of the forty members of the Szirmay family there now remained but four
male representatives: Master Peter, his nephew Akos, and two others
whose names have not come down to us; and all four of these were now
wealthy landed proprietors.
Dora had been unable to communicate with her father; Gabriel had never
reached him; and when at length Master Peter was able to re-visit his
faraway castle, he did so not knowing whether his daughter were alive or
dead. He found the whole place in ruins; for Dora had been only too
right in her conjectures. The Mongols had paid it another visit not long
after her departure; and, finding the house deserted and empty, had
vented their rage upon it in such a way that nothing remained to receive
their owner but the bare walls.
Among the ruins, however, he discovered old Moses, Jakó, and a servant
or two, all in a famishing condition. From them he learnt how Dora had
left the house only just in time to escape the second attack; but as to
what had befallen her since, they could, of course, tell him nothing.
She had intended to join him in Dalmatia, and she had never arrived
there. So much only was certain, and when he thought of the perils she
must have encountered, and the awful sights he had himself seen by the
way, his heart sank within him. And, worst of all, there was nothing to
be done, nothing! but to wait, wait, wait, in a state of constant
anxiety as to what he might any day hear.
But supposing that she should have been preserved through all, and were
only waiting till she heard news of him, or perhaps until she were able
to travel! She would certainly hear in time, wherever she might be, of
the King's return--she would go to him for news of her father--she
would hear that he was alive, and she would come back to the old home to
find him; so there he must stay!
Master Peter was sufficiently practical to reflect that if his daughter
appeared one day without warning, he would want a roof to shelter her,
and to work he set making preparations accordingly, though with a heavy
heart.
Yet the work did him good. It cheered him to see the labourers repairing
the walls and roofing in what had been her own room, for sometimes it
beguiled him into thinking that Dora must certainly be coming, would be
there perhaps before the place was ready for her, and then he would urge
the workmen to greater speed.
He was watching and superintending as usual one day, growing more and
more down-hearted as he reckoned the many weeks, the months which had
slipped past since he had left Dalmatia, when the clatter of horse-hoofs
roused him. Most people were finding enough to do at home just now, and
Master Peter was never more ready to welcome anyone--anyone who might
bring him the tidings he longed for, and yet dreaded, or at least tell
him news of some sort which would divert his thoughts for the time.
He hurried forward to meet the visitor as he clattered into the
courtyard, and--did his eyes deceive him? or was it indeed his old page
who was bowing before him?
Talabor the page! Talabor! Any old face was welcome, but--suddenly he
remembered! Talabor had left the castle with Dora, he had come back
without her!
Master Peter could do nothing but look at the young man, for his lips
refused to utter a word; and he put up his hand with an imploring
gesture, as one who would ward off an expected blow.
What was it Talabor was saying? That she was alive, safe, well! Dora was
alive and well! Then--where was she? and why was she not with him?
It was a minute or two before he could take it in; for, his tongue once
loosed, he poured forth his questions so fast that Talabor had no chance
of replying to them. But, when at last he did understand that Dora was
with "Aunt Orsolya," that she had wanted to set out with Talabor as soon
as ever the roads were considered safe, that in fact she had begged and
prayed her hostess to let her go, but that the old lady would not hear
of her doing so, and had insisted on sending Talabor first--why then,
with a good-humoured "Just like Aunt Orsolya!" Master Peter hastily
decided that Talabor must set out with him again that very day, and take
him to her.
Horse tired? what did that matter? Thank Heaven, he had a horse or two
still in the stable! and catching sight of Moses, he shouted the good
news and his orders together.
Talabor had hidden the furniture, the plate? Very well, very well! so
much the better, but they could wait! Later on no doubt he would be
properly grateful, but what would he have cared for a gold mine just
now? He had no thought for anything but how to reach Dora at the
earliest possible moment, bring her home, and never let her out of his
sight again whatever might betide.
Orsolya had remained in the cavern until all apprehension of the return
of the Mongols was over; and then she had betaken herself to the "barn"
in Frata, with quite a regiment of poor, homeless folk, whom she
supported as best she could. There Master Peter found her and Dora; and
there, too, he met his nephew Akos, and heard from him how he had
escaped with Mária from the Kun massacre, and heard from Dora how she
had become quite attached to his bride, and no longer wondered at her
cousin's choice.
There is little more to say. But two or three months later, when Master
Peter and his daughter had not only been restored to one another, but
were once more at home, when the castle had been rebuilt, the hidden
treasures found uninjured and brought back to the light of day, when
Dora had recovered the effects of her terrible journey and was beginning
sometimes to feel as if its horrors were a dream--she received an offer
of marriage from the haughty Paul Héderváry, who had lost his wife in
Dalmatia, and was now willing enough to conform to ancient usage and
bestow himself upon her cousin, "his first love," as he was pleased to
call her, the only child of the now wealthy Master Peter, and the
heiress of his large estates.
It was very magnanimous of him, he felt, and he expected Dora and her
father to see the matter in the same light, and to show their
appreciation of the honour he was doing them. Great therefore was his
astonishment, when he received, not the willing assent he expected, but
"a basket," or in other words a refusal, courteously worded, but
unmistakably decided.
He was even more than astonished, he was annoyed, mortified, for
"secrets" of this kind were sure to leak out, even though the parties
concerned held their tongues. There would certainly be some kind friend
to spread abroad the news, that Paul Héderváry had been refused!
Little as he cared for Paul, Master Peter was gratified by the proposal,
if only because it would set Dora right in the eyes of the world.
Possibly he would have been pleased to see her the great man's wife, in
spite of all that had come and gone, but if so, he cared for her too
much to press his views, and when Dora herself asked his consent to her
marriage with Talabor, he was not the man to say her nay! How could he,
when but for Talabor he would have had no daughter, whether to give or
to keep? And now he would give and keep too, for she could and must
always live with him, and this reflection consoled him for any regret he
might have felt at not having a more notable son-in-law, with a
family-castle and estates of his own.
A few words as to Akos, or rather his wife, Aunt Orsolya's ward, Mária,
who had shared her retreat in the cave. Who she was, was never exactly
known to the world in general. In Hungary she was always said to be a
Transylvanian relation of the Szirmays, while in Transylvania she passed
for a Hungarian member of the same family. But how she came to be placed
in Aunt Orsolya's charge was a secret never divulged. One thing struck
people as strange, and it was this: Akos had been well known as a friend
of the Kunok, so that, if the Kun King had confided to him the place
where he had hidden his treasure, that was nothing remarkable; nor was
anyone astonished to hear that Akos had unearthed it and delivered it up
to the King, or that the latter had made it over to the Queen. But why
should the Queen have given everything to Mária, when her own stock of
jewellery must surely have needed replenishing?
More surprised still would people have been, had they seen the Queen
kiss the girl's still pale cheek, and heard her say, as she wished her
all happiness, "Dear child, would that instead of giving you these, I
could restore to you those who are gone! But we have all lost so many,
we have all so many, many graves to weep over!"
Yet another circumstance attracted attention, though the fact that Akos
had championed the cause of the Kunok was supposed to account for it.
Many of these had returned to Hungary by invitation of the King, who
was anxious to re-people the country, if only to keep down the wild
animals.
On the first anniversary of Mária's marriage a deputation from these
Kunok came to her and Akos. To him they presented a hundred arrows and
one of their famous long-bows of dog-wood, beautifully ornamented with
gold; and to her they gave a coronet of no small value.
After awhile some few of the Tartar-Magyars returned from the places
where they had hidden themselves, and were re-Magyarised; but never, to
the day of their death, were they reinstated in the good graces of their
neighbours. The King, however, was more merciful than the populace.
There were so few Magyars left that he was disposed to cherish lovingly
the scanty remnants, and not only showed lasting gratitude to those who
had shared with him the time of adversity, and rewarded all who had
distinguished themselves by acts of courage or self-devotion, but he
even became blind and deaf when any were denounced as turncoats.
Among the many who received the King's thanks for their loyalty, Talabor
was not overlooked. How he had repulsed the Mongol attack upon Master
Peter's castle, how loyal and devoted he had been to the Szirmay family,
and especially how he had saved Father Roger from the wolves, was all
known to the King, who gave him a considerable property, the renewal of
his patent of nobility, and the surname of Védvár, _i.e._,
castle-defender.
Father Roger became in time Archbishop of Spalatro, and in his
"Lamentable Song" he left to future generations a full account of the
time of terror and misery through which the nation had passed.
Hungary had learnt something from her trouble, and the next time the
Mongols thought of invading her they were promptly driven back.
As for the treacherous Duke of Austria, he lived to see his neighbour
more firmly established on the throne than any of his predecessors had
been, and just five years after all the mischief he had done during the
Mongol invasion, he lost his life in battle with the Hungarians, or
rather with the vanguard of the army, which, by a singular nemesis,
consisted mainly of Kunok; and the three counties which had been so
unjustly obtained by him were again united to the fatherland.
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Transcriber's Note: The following typographical errors present in the
original edition have been corrected.
In Chapter III, a quotation mark was added before "but--we might find or
invent someone".
In Chapter IV, a period was added after "the King was always glad to
welcome useful immigrants".
In Chapter VII, a period was added after "in exterminating the common
enemy", and "Versecz" was changed to "Verecz". (Thanks to the National
Széchényi Library in Hungary for their assistance in determining the
correct spelling.)
In Chapter IX, "perhaps Marána's betrothral was known" was changed to
"perhaps Marána's betrothal was known", and "having helped to capture
Kuthven's castle" was changed to "having helped to capture Kuthen's
castle".
In Chapter XI, "Borká's aid" was changed to "Borka's aid", and "Jankó
the dog-keeper" was changed to "Jakó the dog-keeper".
In Chapter XII, a quotation mark was deleted after "Must not?"
In Chapter XIII, "all danger was believed to be over the night" was
changed to "all danger was believed to be over for the night".
In Chapter XVI, "in such numbers that great part of the country was
re-populated" was changed to "in such numbers that a great part of the
country was re-populated", and "and few but stragglers" was changed to
"and but few stragglers".
In Chapter XIX, a quotation mark was deleted before "If a thunder-bolt".
In Chapter XX, "whieh carried off many of those" was changed to "which
carried off many of those", "After awhile some few of the Tartar-Maygars
returned" was changed to "After awhile some few of the Tartar-Magyars
returned", and the footer "Jarrold & Sons, Limited, the Empire Press,
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In the list of New and Forthcoming Books, "Lady Jermingham" was changed
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Nicolas Jósika".
Any remaining inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation were present
in the original text.
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