CHAPTER FORTY-SIXAt the end of that month, I finally rode into Debrecen. Transylvania was quiet at last, and Bem had chosen to send Lajos with his latest despatches.
“Why you?” I had asked discontentedly.
“Apparently,” Lajos had replied thoughtfully, “because Kossuth requested it.”
I had looked at him suspiciously. “Why should Kossuth want to see you?”
“I don’t know. Shall we go and find out?”
I had been quick to pounce on the ‘we’. “You mean I may come too?” My discontent had vanished like a spring shower in sunshine. Lajos had watched me with some amusement.
“Of course. I can’t leave you here on your own, can I? Besides, I thought you might like to see your family.” His eyes had been rather guarded then. I wondered, incredibly, if he had actually imagined that they could turn me ag
