The soldier, however, kept firm hold, and pulling me on my feet, pushed and dragged me till we reached the opposite side, when another man pulled me out.
Concerning the rest of the inarch I remember very little. Two men seemed to be carrying me cradle-fashion, and occasionally a tall, dimly-seen figure put some food into my mouth.
Sometimes they placed me on the ground, where I stayed for hours; then raising me again they carried me as before.
The fog went with us all the time, so I could not divide night from day, and no sound ever broke the weird silence.
At last there came a time--how long or short soever from the beginning of the journey I did not know--when I saw the burning of many lights, as of huge watch-fires, and heard the shouting of men.
My bearers joined in the noise, and then, putting me down, fell to waving their arms violently, and the black shadows going to and fro across the lights looked like windmills.
After that they took me to some covered place, where, being warm and comfortable, I straightway fell asleep.
From then my impressions grew more distinct. I remember seeing Rakoczy's face, which looked less cheerful than usual, and the spectacled countenance of Görgei.
I thought Stephen also looked sorrowfully at me, but that was a dream, as I afterwards discovered.
It would have suited me to lie thus snug and cosy for ever; but the march was not ended, and one day I was carried into the open and placed in the bottom of a cart.