"You seem to be of the better class?"
"I am the parish priest of Glogova."
Gyuri, surprised, fell a step backward. How strange! The parish priest of Glogova! Could anything more unexpected have happened?
"I will get you out, your reverence; only wait a few minutes."
Back he ran to the carriage, which was waiting in the valley below. From this point the country round about looked like the inside of a poppy head cut in two. He did not go quite up to the carriage, but as soon as he was within speaking distance, shouted at the top of his voice to János:
"Take the harness off the horses, and bring it here to me; but first tie the horses to a tree."
János obeyed, grumbling and shaking his head. He could not make out what his master needed the harness for. He had once heard a wonderful tale of olden times, in which a certain Fatépö Gábor (tree-felling Gábor) had harnessed two bears to a cart in a forest. Could Gyuri be going to do the same?
But whatever it was wanted for, he did as his master told him, and followed him to the precipice. Here they fastened the various straps together, and let them down.
"Catch hold of them, your reverence," called out Gyuri, "and we will pull you up."
The priest did as Gyuri said, but even then it was hard work to get him up, for the ground kept giving way under his feet; however, at length they managed it.