HUNGARIAN STUDIES 11. No. 1. Nemzetközi Magyar ... - EPA
HUNGARIAN STUDIES 11. No. 1. Nemzetközi Magyar ... - EPA HUNGARIAN STUDIES 11. No. 1. Nemzetközi Magyar ... - EPA
156 MIKLÓS BÁNFFYBálint soon got into his sleeping bag and almost at once fell into a deepsleep, due partly to his tiredness but also to the fact that everyone slept wellin the sharp mountain air. At about eleven, however, he woke up, consciousthat around the campfire his party was entertaining visitors. Three men hadjoined the group, as is the custom in the mountains where men will walk threehours and more if they see a campfire where they can come and talk the nightaway exchanging news and discussing their problems.As everyone thought that the mariasza was asleep, they talked freelywithout restraint. They spoke in Roumanian, and one of the visitors, an oldshrivelled man squatting on his haunches, who was facing Bálint, wasrecounting a long and mournful tale of injustice concerning a house, money,lambs, loans and interest, and cheese. The words 'domnu no tar' occurredfrequently and there was some reference to the Roumanian priest at Gyurkuca.Even more frequently he repeated a name, Rusz Pántyilimon, and each timehe did so he spat contemptuously into the fire.Bálint raised himself onto his elbow trying to hear what was being said, buteven though he could remember a few words of Roumanian from hischildhood, he could not grasp the details of the old man's tale of woe. Heunderstood, all the same, that the others commiserated with him and noddedtheir heads in sympathy.At one moment Zsukucsó got up from where he was sitting to stir the dyingembers of the fire with his axe-handle. When all was arranged to hissatisfaction, he threw some new dry branches onto the top and, as the flamessprang up, he noticed that Bálint was awake. Quickly he turned away and saidsomething to the others who fell silent.Two days later Bálint Abády and his companions were on their way home...The valley was narrow but so thickly wooded that no view of the other side waspossible from the road until they came to a place where the strong winds had cut awide swathe in the forest. On the opposite side of the valley a few small peasanthouses could be seen and, about a quarter of a mile above them, a square stonehouse with a roof of tiles rather than the stone shingles usual in the mountains.The windows were heavily barred and the plot of land on which the house stoodwas surrounded by high stone walls now almost submerged by snow drifts. Evenfrom across the valley Bálint could hear the barking of three ferocious guard-dogs."What on earth is that strange building?" asked Bálint. Zutor replied:"It belongs to a man called Rusz Pántyilimon. He decided to move out here."Bálint remembered the name and looked at the house with renewed interest."Why did he build such a fortress?""Well your Lordship, I can't really say... but perhaps he is afraid... of thepeople."
MURDER IN THE MOUNTAINS 157"Afraid? For what reason?""Why, because... well, he's afraid, that's all."Bálint would have none of these evasions and ordered Zutor to tell the truth.The story was this. Rusz, a Roumanian, had been a school teacher somewherein Erdőhát and there had been some trouble which cost him his job. Somepeople said he had tried to corrupt small boys. To get completely away, he hadcome up here to the mountains in the Retyicel country where his mother hadbeen born. Soon he set up as a money-lender... and now he was a rich man."How did he start if he had no money?""People say it was the popa who provided the money, and they split the profits!""And the popa? Where did he get the money?"Zutor hesitated again. Then he replied:"Well, your Lordship... people say that he's an agent of the 'Unita* Bankand funded by them."Bálint tried to remember the snatches of conversation he had heard roundthe campfire."Does Notary Simó have anything to do with all this?"Honey Zutor looked around to see if they were overheard. Krisán Györgyeand young Stefan were some distance ahead clearing their way of fallenbranches and the others were still far behind them with the pack horses. Surethat no-one could hear what he was saying the forester went on:"People do say that the notary's mixed up in it. They say that he writes the loancontracts... and that what he reads out of them is not what is written on thepaper!... that's what they say... But your Lordship, you can't believe everythingyou hear... these are ignorant foolish people!" He seemed to regret that he hadgone so far because he quickly added: "Your Lordship ordered me to relate whatpeople say... it's not me who says all this. I don't believe a word of it... no... not aword!"Bálint understood Honey's fears and, shaking his head at him, saidreassuringly:"Don't worry! Nothing you have said will go any further!"Some months later Abády, having found out much more about thedishonesty and peculations of his forest manager Nyiressy, who had neverbeen properly supervised during the long years of Abády's minority, and ofthe rascally notary Gaston Simó, returned to the mountains...On Bálint's last day he returned to camp in the evening to discover fourmen waiting to see him. They, too, came from the Retyice district but theirlittle settlement, Pejkoja by name, had been built some six or seven kilometresfrom the village in a remote corner on the northern boundary of the Abádyproperties. They had come to see Count Abády. The news that the mariasza had
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MURDER IN THE MOUNTAINS 157"Afraid? For what reason?""Why, because... well, he's afraid, that's all."Bálint would have none of these evasions and ordered Zutor to tell the truth.The story was this. Rusz, a Roumanian, had been a school teacher somewherein Erdőhát and there had been some trouble which cost him his job. Somepeople said he had tried to corrupt small boys. To get completely away, he hadcome up here to the mountains in the Retyicel country where his mother hadbeen born. Soon he set up as a money-lender... and now he was a rich man."How did he start if he had no money?""People say it was the popa who provided the money, and they split the profits!""And the popa? Where did he get the money?"Zutor hesitated again. Then he replied:"Well, your Lordship... people say that he's an agent of the 'Unita* Bankand funded by them."Bálint tried to remember the snatches of conversation he had heard roundthe campfire."Does <strong>No</strong>tary Simó have anything to do with all this?"Honey Zutor looked around to see if they were overheard. Krisán Györgyeand young Stefan were some distance ahead clearing their way of fallenbranches and the others were still far behind them with the pack horses. Surethat no-one could hear what he was saying the forester went on:"People do say that the notary's mixed up in it. They say that he writes the loancontracts... and that what he reads out of them is not what is written on thepaper!... that's what they say... But your Lordship, you can't believe everythingyou hear... these are ignorant foolish people!" He seemed to regret that he hadgone so far because he quickly added: "Your Lordship ordered me to relate whatpeople say... it's not me who says all this. I don't believe a word of it... no... not aword!"Bálint understood Honey's fears and, shaking his head at him, saidreassuringly:"Don't worry! <strong>No</strong>thing you have said will go any further!"Some months later Abády, having found out much more about thedishonesty and peculations of his forest manager Nyiressy, who had neverbeen properly supervised during the long years of Abády's minority, and ofthe rascally notary Gaston Simó, returned to the mountains...On Bálint's last day he returned to camp in the evening to discover fourmen waiting to see him. They, too, came from the Retyice district but theirlittle settlement, Pejkoja by name, had been built some six or seven kilometresfrom the village in a remote corner on the northern boundary of the Abádyproperties. They had come to see Count Abády. The news that the mariasza had
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