Toroczko is a breeding-place of Magyar ideas and Magyar civilisation, an asylum open to Protestant reformers, the pride of a handful of people who hope to conquer the world by dint of their science and industry.

The fall of Toroczko would spread a wholesome fear far and wide; it would be almost as if one should report the overthrow of Pest itself.

Bem's men would halt on the march, panic-stricken at the news, and Bem himself would be forced to yield to their desires and return to Transylvania.

And the more terrible our work of devastation, the more brilliant will be the military success that must follow as its result." The thunder-claps came at such frequent intervals that the speaker could with difficulty make himself heard.

When he had ended, the deep voice of him who wore the clerical gown began in reply: "Listen to me, Diurbanu.