"Who saw me?"
"Don't be afraid. Someone who will not betray you."
"But what do you want? Why did you come after me?"
"You know, dear Lorand, when we left home mother whispered in my ear, 'take care of Lorand,' when grandmother left us here, she whispered in my ear, 'take care of your brother.' They will ask me to give account of how I loved you. And what shall I tell them, if they ask me 'where were you when Lorand stood in direst danger?'"
Lorand was touched; he pressed me close to his heart, saying:—
"But, how can you help me?"
"I don't know. I only know that I shall follow you, wherever you go."
This very naive answer roused Lorand to anger.
"You will go to hell with me! Do I want irons on my feet to hinder my steps when I scarce know myself whither I shall fly? I know not how to rescue myself, and must I rescue you too?"
Lorand was in a violent rage and strove to shake me off from him. Yet I would not leave go of him.