At any rate you must not loiter about here with the horses but go on to the priest and beg him, civilly, mind, to kindly accommodate my nags in his stable and give them two bushels of maize.

As soon as I return I'll settle with him, but don't say anything about payment, or else you will offend him.

Kiss his hand, for he is a priest and you are only a lazy vagabond.

If you hear no news of me by to-morrow morning, put the horses into the carriage again and return to Arad where Count Kengyelesy will tell you what to do next." Then he turned upon his heel and set off towards the castle.
It was already evening.

In the upper story seven of the windows were lit up and the moon shone into the eighth.