Both gentlemen made the grimace usual in suitors who have expected much and got little. Nalaczi smiled, but within he was all wormwood and gall. Daczo tried to look contented, but he coloured up to the ears. They were scarcely able to thank the Prince for his goodness.
Meanwhile Master Pok, in order not to be left altogether out of sight, had elbowed his way to the front, completely covering honest Cserey, who modestly made way for him.
Apafi beckoned to him, however.
"Why do you keep so much in the background?" said he.
Master Pok, under the impression that the hint was meant for him, drew still nearer.
"'Tis Master Cserey whom we address," continued the Prince, "or do you think that we are unable to distinguish our faithful from our feigning followers? Your fidelity and prudence, Master Cserey, are well known to us, wherefore we appoint you forthwith governor of our fortress of Fogaros."
In his consternation Master Pok looked up at the ceiling as if he expected it to fall on his head.
"Master Martin Pok, on the other hand," pursued the Prince, "we confirm in his former post. He will continue to be jailer at the same fortress."
Master Martin Pok sobbed aloud. Cserey was about to raise objections, but the Prince beckoned him to be silent.
Next came Master John Szasy's turn.