But come, we must make haste, and get on as far as
possible while the moon is shining."
"But I am not properly clad for a journey," interposed Marie.
"My wife brought a nice warm _bunda_ to wrap you in; it is in the
carriage out yonder," returned the ex-robber.
"One word first: you are acquainted with the man who made the metal
screen in my apartments. Could you see him?"
"He is in Count Vavel's service, and I can see him when I return to the
camp."
"Then tell him to come to the Nameless Castle at once. He understands
the secret spring of the screen, behind which he will find a dead man.
This man was a very good friend, and I want him properly buried."
"I will give Master Matyas your order."
Marie now took leave of the Nameless Castle, feeling that she would
never again come back to it. But she had not the courage to enter her
apartments again.
The four-horse coach waited at the park gate. Marie entered it, wrapped
the warm sheep-skin around her, and tied a cotton kerchief over her head
in peasant fashion. Satan Laczi's wife took a seat by her side; the
little Laczko climbed to the coachman's box, where he sat with his gun
between his knees.
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