"And what became of Father Peter?" urged the lady.
"He finally succumbed; 'many geese are the death of even a boar!'"
"Do you mean that he was killed?"
"No, not killed. I told you already that I did not kill anybody. I am a gentle, pious man. Neither I, nor anybody else at my command, will kill Father Peter."
"Then what will become of him?"
"I'll take care of that; but not a hair of his head shall be touched; I promise you that in advance. I swear to you, even, that he shall outlive me."
"What is to be done with your daughter?"
"Oh, you need have no concern on her account, gracious Lady, I have not killed her either. Neither have I shut her up in a dungeon, nor even once scourged her. I have become a good, inoffensive man."
"What have you done, then? Have you forgiven her?"
"I have not only released her from punishment, but I have even let her go. I let her go, just as I once promised her, if she should ever again presume to meet Tihamer Csorbai."