CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENSome National Guardsmen eventually prevented the mob from hanging Count Lamberg. There was no point: by that time he was dead. While we had driven away to inform the soldiers, the mob had slashed him to death and dragged his body through the streets.
I think the whole city was dazed with shock by this atrocity — even those who had perpetrated it. An aristocrat, a respected man, had been brutally murdered by a mob made up of ordinary people — workers, soldiers, students, men who went home to their wives and families. It made everyone feel unsafe. As for the mobs themselves — these monsters brought into being by Lajos and his friends — I hated them with a fierce, fearful loathing.
Naturally, Katalin and I were both deeply shaken by what we had witnessed. It seemed to dr
