IN THE ROBBER'S NEST.
Great men--especially the very few who are great even in their
night-shirts, as the saying is, which was the case with King Matthias,
if it ever was with any one--great men are, by their very natures,
strongly attached to their own ideas and opinions. It is not easy to
shake them when once they have made up their minds about a matter; for
truly great men are not given to hasty judgments. They are firm in their
convictions, but they have some reason to be so.
Now the king had a sort of instinct or power of reading character, and
he felt convinced that the beggar boy whom he had come across so
strangely would either succeed in getting into the castle, or would
never be heard of again. He had firm faith in him.
There were a good many matters, as we have seen, requiring his
attention in Hungary just then, and therefore, though he was extremely
angry with Samson for his contemptuous behaviour, he decided to put off
punishing him for a time. He felt that, after General Zokoli's
discomfiture, it would be wisest not to take any further steps against
the clever robber until he could be certain of success; and he resolved
on all accounts therefore to wait until Miska made his appearance, or at
least until the six months had expired.
Of course there were some who believed that Miska would never be seen
again. The king had taken a fancy to him, that was all; but he was only
a beggar boy, when all was said and done, and most likely he had sold
his new clothes to the first Jew he came across, and was in rags again
by this time!
When three months, four months, five months, passed away without
bringing any news, those who knew anything about the matter shrugged
their shoulders and shook their heads more than ever.
But one fine morning, just six months after Miska had left Visegrad, and
when every one but the king had given him up, it was announced that a
stranger had arrived in Buda, giving no name, but saying that he had
been entrusted with special business by the king, and could not give
account of it to any one else. The king's whims were so well known at
the court that the stranger was admitted without difficulty, and was
ushered into the king's presence forthwith. Matthias was alone, and at
once recognized his man, who stepped into the room, looking very spruce,
and as sound as an acorn.
"It's you, Miska! You have brought good news; I can see it in your eye.
You're a man--speak!"
Miska bowed, and when he had a little recovered himself--for there was
something about the king which was rather awe-inspiring in spite of his
good nature--he drew a deep breath and said,--
"I have been there, Mr. King--in the castle with Mr. Samson--and I know
all about it!"
"Let us hear," said the king, with delighted and eager curiosity. "But,
little brother, try and tell your tale in an orderly way. First say how
you got into the castle, and then tell me what you saw and heard. Be
bold, my friend, and speak without reserve."
"Mr. King," began the ex-beggar, "I knew I should never get in by
asking, and it might be the worse for me into the bargain; besides,
there was neither door nor window, nor any one to speak to. 'Well,' I
thought to myself, 'I shall never get in this way; I must keep watch
and find out about those Jews. They get in somehow, though they never
get out again--so people say.'"
"Right!" said the king; "go on."
"Well, Mr. King, I waited about there for ten weeks. I spied about all
round the castle, and often went hungry; for I had no time to get food,
though, thanks to you, I had the means. But it was all to no purpose. At
last I began to think that perhaps Mr. Samson was dead, and that Your
Highness would soon be thinking that I had eaten and drunk up my money
and gone off. I was sitting on the trunk of a tree just outside the
wood, but not very far from the castle, one evening, and I was feeling
rather downcast about it all, when I fancied I saw two people coming.
They were not coming _from_ the castle, it is true, but were creeping
through the thicket. 'Ho, ho!' I thought to myself. 'Now, Miska, have
your wits about you! Suppose these night-birds should be on their way to
the castle.' But being one alone against two, I took out my two pistols
and waited to see what might happen."
Miska now opened his dolmany, and showed a steel coat of mail which he
wore beneath it. "I had got myself this," he said, tapping it with his
finger, "for I thought it might save me from being mortally wounded if
I should happen to get caught anywhere by Samson's men, and I bought two
pistols besides."
"You were wise," said the king.
"Well, it was not long before the men came quite close to me; but
instead of going on towards the castle, they turned off in the direction
of a little hollow. I had stood still till then, so that they should not
notice me suddenly; and perhaps they would have gone on, if an
abominable great long-eared owl which was just above my head had not
begun its dismal evening song at that moment. They were just within
about four steps of me when she gave a long, melancholy hoot, and one of
the two men looked up and caught sight of me at once. The next moment he
lifted his cap to me as humbly 'as if he could not count up to three.'
His companion, too, turned and looked about carefully, and I fancied I
caught a glimpse of the glitter of a knife. So I just drew out one of my
pistols and said coolly, 'See what I have got for you.'"
"Eh! what?" exclaimed Matthias in surprise.
"Why, of course, Your Highness; for I thought it would be much better to
be beforehand with them."
The king laughed.
"Well, and I think, Mr. King, that I did not reckon amiss: for by doing
as I did, I made them suppose that I was a highwayman, and just as bad
as themselves--supposing they belonged to the castle; and besides that,
it gave me an opportunity of finding out whom I had to do with."
"Go on," said the king; "this is very interesting. Let us hear more."
"Well, things might have gone very crooked," proceeded Miska; "for I had
no sooner given the alarm than they were both down on me at once as
quick as lightning, and I felt two daggers strike my mail coat.
"Fortunately for me I was quite prepared, and I did not lose my presence
of mind. I fired one pistol just as they fell upon me, but of course I
did not hit either of them. But my armour had done me good service; for
the two fellows were disconcerted when they found that their daggers had
touched metal, and I had time to jump on one side and point my second
pistol at them.
"There was a little pause; my men had not given up their designs upon
me, as it seemed, but were consulting, I suppose, how to escape the
second charge of peas, and they seemed to mean to separate and come on
me from both sides at once. 'But,' thought I, 'if you have, so have
I--wits, I mean--and as from all I had heard of Samson's rascally
associates I was quite sure that I had found my gentlemen, I took
advantage of the short pause, and cried out,--
"'May seventy-seven thousand thunderbolts strike you! Hear what I have
to say, and don't rush upon a fellow like mad dogs!
"'I am wanting to come across Mr. Samson; I am tired of living on my own
bread, and I should like to enter his service. If you belong to the
castle, it would be better for you to take me to him, instead of
attacking me; for I am not in the least afraid of you--and, what's more,
a couple of chaps like you won't outwit me.'
"As soon as I had said my say with all possible speed, but in a firm
rough voice, one of the scamps looked me all over from top to toe, as if
he were going to buy me of a broker. The man was a sturdy, stout-limbed
fellow, and as black as the darkest gipsy; and standing only a span from
the muzzle of my pistol, without winking an eyelid, he said,--
"'Who are you, and what do you want with Mr. Samson? If you have come to
spy, you may say your last prayer, for you won't see the sun again.'
"The man said this in such a soft, drawling voice, and so deliberately,
that it suddenly struck me he was imbecile; for I had my finger on the
trigger all the time, and one touch would have stretched him on the
ground. However, I won't deny that his cool composure made me shudder a
little.
"I answered as coolly as I could, 'I want to enter his service, sir, for
I fancy he is a fine brave man; and a fellow like me, who cares nothing
for his life, might be useful to him.'
"My man kept his eye upon my every movement. At last he said,--
"'I don't know who you are yet.'
"I hesitated half a moment, for I did not want to tell him my real name,
and then I said they called me Alpar Janos, that I was an orphan, and
that until now I had made a poor living by doing just anything that came
to hand--which was true enough.
"As far as I could see in the twilight, the man's face began to clear;
he whispered a few words to his companion in a language I did not know,
Slovack or Latin, then looked me over again from top to toe, and said,--
"'Good! then you can come with us. We will show you the way in; it will
be your own affair how you get out again, if you grow tired of scanty
dinners.'
"Here our conversation ended," said the lad; while the king, who had
listened to his preface with lively interest, said, "Very good. So you
got in. And now tell me what the castle is like inside."
And here perhaps it will be better to take the words out of Miska's
mouth and describe in our own way what he saw.
The castle, as has been said, was built round the four sides of a
square, and, as was often the case with old strongholds, a wide covered
gallery, or corridor, ran along each side, surrounding the courtyard.
There was not a sign of stables anywhere, for there was no way of
getting horses in except by lowering them over the walls by a windlass.
The ground-floor consisted of store-rooms and living-rooms; the keys of
the former being always kept by the master, who allowed none but the
most trusty persons to go into them, for they contained valuable goods
of every sort and kind. Mr. Samson regularly visited these vaults, on
the fifteenth of every month at midnight, when he was accompanied by
twelve Jews. But how these latter got in, where they came from, and
where they went to, was known to no one but Mr. Samson himself. The men
looked like merchants, and he gave stuffs and ornaments, in certain
quantities and of certain values, to each. Then he took them into a
large empty room lighted by a four-cornered lamp which hung from the
ceiling, and here for a couple of hours they were all busy counting
money at a stone table. This was packed into various bags, and when Mr.
Samson had given a purse to each of his agents, the Jews took their
departure amid a shower of compliments, and in what appeared to be a
very well satisfied frame of mind, Mr. Samson escorting them and showing
them the way. But whither they went, and why, and how, and by what
way--that heaven alone could tell.
In the upper story of the castle there were some fine, cheerful, and
well-lighted rooms; which is not a little surprising, for their windows
all looked into the covered gallery, and from that into the courtyard.
However, this may be explained to some extent by the fact that the
windows of these upper rooms were wide and lofty, the walls were painted
snow-white, and were covered with some sort of varnish which doubled the
light.
The furniture was in accordance with the taste of the day, and chosen
rather for its good wearing qualities than for comfort; but the bright
colours produced a pleasing and cheerful effect on the whole.
Mr. Samson kept an entire half of this story for the use of himself and
his only relation, a young girl of fifteen named Esther, and an old
woman who lived with her. Of the two other sides of the square, one was
occupied by servants, the other was furnished but unused.