His eyes looked straight into mine, and by a kind of dumb show he made me understand that Rakoczy was confined in Gros-Wardein.
Then our little cavalcade swept by, the gates were thrown open, and we passed behind the frowning walls of the fortress.
Here Von Theyer left us, and I soon received ample proof of how effectually he had blackened my character to the governor.
Instead of being treated as an honourable though beaten enemy, I was roughly thrust into a small, dark cell, bare of furniture, and left to my own reflections till the morning, when a jailer, attended by several soldiers, brought me some food and untied my bonds.
For this last attention I was extremely grateful, and ate my lump of dry black bread in an almost cheerful spirit.
But as day followed day without change, the gloom and monotony oppressed me like a heavy weight. I grew moody and depressed, and in spite of a hard struggle was gradually driven to look upon the dark side of things.
No news of any kind came to me in my narrow prison. The jailer refused to answer a question, saying the only matter I need trouble about was the date of my execution.
At first I dreamed of making my escape, but this idea was soon abandoned, as I saw how hopeless any attempt must be.
The cell door was of iron, the walls were strong and massive, and I had not so much as a nail to work with.
Almost my sole dependence lay in Mecsey Sándor, yet what he could do I could not imagine.