[19] Blue and gold are the colours of Transylvania.
"I understand," said the young man, in a tone of joyful surprise, as he pressed the sweet girl to his heart; "Erdely[20] and Hungary united! I shall win glory for your colours!"
[20] Transylvania.
The maiden yielded to his warm embrace, murmuring, as he released her, "Remember me!"
"When I cease to remember you, I shall be no more," replied the youth fervently.
And then he kissed the young girl's brow, and once more bidding them all farewell, he hurried from the apartment.
Old Simon Bardy lived on the first floor: Imre did not forget him.
"Well, nephew," said the old man cheerfully, "God speed you, and give you strength to cut down many Turks!"
"It is not with the Turks that we shall have to do," replied the young man, smiling.
"Well, with the French," said the old soldier of the past century, correcting himself.