"But are our tracks well covered? Is there no risk in all this?"
"Fear nothing. There are eyeglasses that blind the sharpest of eyes."
"How if there are some eyes that will not be fitted with these glasses?"
"Again I say, never fear. A victorious campaign covers a multitude of sins."
"And a lost one brings everything to light."
"Not at all. A slaughtered army tells no tales. But, by the way, is not our Toroczko friend among those who are likely enough to fall some day before the French and Italians?"
"He is still in Lombardy," said Vajdar, with a significant nod of the head. "We have our eyes on him."
"I am curious to know what this apostle of peace will do when he is ordered into battle. You know, he and his comrades are Unitarians and entertain scruples against shedding blood, except in defence of home and country. Will Manasseh Adorjan fight when he is ordered to, or throw down his arms?"
"In either case, he will die," declared Benjamin Vajdar.
"I should prefer to have him only wounded," said the marchioness. "Then his mate would leave her nest in the mountains and hasten to nurse him in the hospital; and contagious diseases are not uncommon in military hospitals, where both patients and nurses are often swept off by them—so quickly, too, that no one thinks of inquiring very closely into the matter."