"That has already been done, your Highness," put in Haller.
"Where? By whom?" asked the good-humoured Prince, with arched eyebrows.
"At Kis-Selyk, by the Diet!"
Kemeny intimated by a wave of his hand and a contraction of his eyebrows that this explanation was not quite clear to him.
"Who then were present? Where were the Estates? All the men of any importance in the land are here with us."
"There were Stephen Apafi, Nalaczi, Kun, Daczo, and some two hundred Szeklers."
"Well, we'll go and count them as soon as we have disposed of our other affairs," said the Prince contemptuously. "Pray give Master Haller a chair!"
"But they are not awaiting us there. They are marching against us. By this time they must be at Segesvar."
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Kemeny. "I suppose, then, Master Michael Apafi thinks to drive us out of the country with his couple of hundred Szeklers."
But now Wenzinger rose from his chair, and remarked with soldierly precision—