CHAPTER FORTY-FOURThe question of my going to Debrecen or to Szelényi was never raised between us again. Instead, I followed the army as far as I was allowed, and shared Lajos’s lodgings whenever I could, whether they were in a stately home, a barn or a tent. We were in the middle of a war; fighting, blood and death were all around us. I suppose in such circumstances those months cannot have been unadulterated bliss. And yet I remember only the vital, intense joy, the rare moments of peace and contentment that we both jealously protected from the ills of war.
And if the war had added to Lajos a new, commanding character, I soon discovered it had not altered what lay underneath. This was brought home to me forcibly after the Battle of Gualfálva, only days after my migraine had cleared my h
