Prince Windischgratz, attended by several members of his staff, was in a room in the officers' quarters.
He was a noble-looking old man, dressed in full uniform, with his breast covered by medals and ribbons--mementoes of many hard-fought campaigns. His face was mild and humane, but the firm chin and the latent fire in his eyes showed that he could be severe when necessary.
Addressing us in a mild voice, he asked us how it happened that we were found in Vienna with arms in our hands.
Rakoczy was about to reply when Stephen forestalled him, which I regretted, as my brother was not remarkable for the calmness of his language.
"Before answering that question," he said hotly, "we have a right to know by whose authority three peaceable travellers have been arrested like criminals, and deprived of their liberty."
Several of the officers uttered angry exclamations, but the prince smiled good-naturedly.
"There is some difference between peaceful travellers and armed rebels," said he; "and you are suspected of being the latter."
"It is false!" retorted my brother flatly.
"Appearances are against you. You were seen at the bridge of Tabor, and at least one of you is supposed to have joined in the disgraceful murder of the noble Count Latour."
"Hungarians are not assassins," said Stephen coldly.