Summary

The Red, White, and Green

“ But Stephen, in his passion, heeded nothing.
"I am a Hungarian, but not an assassin!" he cried boldly. "We will fight the Austrians on the field of battle as long as any of you; but we won't help to slaughter defenceless old men, nor butcher brave soldiers on the altar of God. Magyars, I am ashamed of you! Has the ancient spirit descended so low as to find cause for satisfaction in a brutal murder? Let the Viennese fight out their own quarrel; Hungary is strong enough to stand alone."
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Source: Gutenberg

The Red, White, and Green

“ I must return to that sorrowful evening of August 13, when Mecsey, plucking at my sleeve, brought me back to real life.
"It's all over," he said brusquely; "and now that the prey is secured, the Austrian jackal will come to pick the bones."
"The Austrians will not dare," I began; but he stopped me with a mirthless laugh.
"Görgei has saved the army at the expense of the officers," he said. "There will be a fine feast of death before long."
These words added to my misery, for I thought of my light-hearted friend Rakoczy, and wondered if he would be counted amongst the victims.
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Source: Gutenberg

The Red, White, and Green

“ The bandits--at least those who survived--were a little ahead of us; the pursuers were closing up again; my companion was doomed.
He knew it too. His face had become ashy grey, his eyes were wild and staring; the Count Beula of the breach and the battlefield had disappeared.
"They will hang me, Botskay," he wailed--"hang me like a common thief on the roadside."
The terror of the hempen noose, about which Batori had chaffed him, had affected his brain--upset his balance, so to speak. I can give no other explanation of his strange behaviour or of what happened immediately afterwards.
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Source: Gutenberg

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