On reaching the walls of the palace garden, however, one of them perceived that an armed figure was standing in the little wicket gate.
"There's the sentinel!" said Tököly.
"The rascal must certainly be asleep to let us come right up to him without challenging us," said Tököly; and he approached the armed man, who still stood motionless in the gate, and addressed him in the Turkish tongue:
"Hie, Timariot, or whoever you are! Are you guarding this gate?"
"You see that I am."
"Then why don't you challenge those who approach you?"
"That's none of my business."
"Then what is your business?"
"To stand here till I am relieved."
"And when will they relieve you?"