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THE TALE OF COUNTESS ELIZABETH BATHORY
© 1997, 2005, 2007 by Anthony Durrant
As I stood by my dead mother's grave, I remembered her last words to me:
"My son, you must go to the town of Krolensk. There, you will soon find
your future, and a great truth will be revealed to you."
After setting up a rock to serve as my mother's tombstone, I walked alone
into the vast plains of my native Hungary. After a few miles of walking,
I sat down under a tree to rest, and there I spotted a sheaf of parchment
glued to a leather backing. Tucking it into the front of my shirt, I
settled down under the tree, and soon fell asleep. When I awoke, I got up
and went on walking toward Krolensk. About five hours later, I arrived at
the town gates.
"By what right do you enter Krolensk, boyo?" the man guarding the gates
shouted.
I handed him the parchment I'd found under the tree. He took it and
shouted, "Do you know what this paper is, boy?"
"No, sir!" I told him nervously.
He handed it back to me, and I saw that I'd found a document that read:
"This pass allows the bearer to set foot in the town of Krolensk without
paying the required toll asked of all visitors.
- Prince Togor Bathory,
Ruler of Transylvania."
Then he opened the town gates and let me just walk into Krolensk. As the
night had fallen, I went to the nearest barn, lay down in the hay, and
fell fast asleep ... only to be rudely awakened by the guardian of the
gate and a stout white-haired man who had to be the mayor of Krolensk.
"This is the boy with the special pass, Mr. Mayor!" the guardian shouted.
"I don't know where he found it, but it entitles him to enter the town
without paying the toll!"
"If the boy's carrying such a pass, then he has to be somebody very
important," the mayor said thoughtfully, "but who?"
Then a gleam came into his eyes.
"Of course!" he shouted. "This isn't a boy at all - it's Countess
Elizabeth Bathory, who has been sent her by her cousin, Prince Togor, to
inspect the books of Smolensk!"
Taking me by the hand, the mayor led me to his ox-cart, and the two of us
climbed into the cart. Whipping his oxen furiously, the mayor soon set
them into motion, and he drove the cart all the way to his sumptuous house
near the town hall. As soon as we'd arrived at his house, the mayor
lifted me out of his ox-cart and went up to his front door, on which he
knocked. The door was opened by a lady in a blue dress.
"This, darling," said the mayor to the lady, "is Countess Elizabeth
Bathory. I want you to give her that blue dress you're wearing now, and
to clean her up and make her look beautiful again, so we can show her off
at dinner tonight."
"How do you know it's the Countess, Sigmund?" the lady asked the mayor.
"I happen to know the Countess has worn boys' clothes at least once
before," the mayor told the lady, "so it has to be the Countess!"
The lady - who turned out to be Vera Kolgov, the mayor's wife - let us
into the house and took me upstairs. There, she ripped off my clothes,
threw them into the fire, and had me stand behind the backboard of their
bed as she changed into another dress and handed the blue dress to me. I
put on the dress, and when I had it on, Vera guided me to her dressing-
room table and helped me to pluck out my eyebrow hair, wash my face and
apply makeup to my face after we had washed and dried it. Then she styled
my long hair in a big bun, made me wash my hands with good old-fashioned
soap and water. A big pearl choker completed the transformation: when I
looked in Vera's mirror, I saw Countess Elizabeth Bathory staring back at
me instead of my usual boyish self. A girl opened the door and came into
the room.
"It's time for supper, m'lady!" she told Vera.
"We'll be right down, Joringel!" Vera told her.
As soon as I came into the dining room, the mayor saw me and shouted, "Is
this an apparition that I see before mine eyes?"
I let him touch my right hand.
"No," the mayor said as he rose from the table and kissed my ring finger,
"it has some ... materiality. Come, m'lady Countess - come and dine with
us!"
"I will, sir!" I told him, and meant it.
I sat down with the mayor and his family and we had a lovely roast pig
dinner together. I was delighted with the mayor's twin daughters, Mascha
and Sasha, both of whom accepted me as Countess Bathory without question
or hesitation.
"They're wonderful kids!" I thought while I watched them eat, even as I
ate my own dinner. "I just wish I could do something special for them,
for they must be very lonely here in the mayor's house with nobody to play
with!"
After dinner, I retired to the room the mayor had set aside for me in his
house, where I sat down in a chair and put my feet up and relaxed. Ten
minutes later, a maid came into my room, curtsied, and said in a very soft
but strong voice, "Your evening bath is ready, m'lady Countess!"
"Thank you!" I said. "I'll come."
I followed the maid to the bathhouse at the other side of the mayor's
house, and, once I was inside, I pulled off my dress and let it fall to
the bathhouse floor. Then I went over to the tub and climbed into it.
Only then did I realize the tub was full of blood! I was so tired that I
ignored the blood and lay back in the tub and closed my eyes quietly. The
maid poured salt into the blood, and she cried, "O Satan, Satan! Protect
Countess Elizabeth Bathory from all harm and make sure that she stays
strong and healthy in the days to come!"
As if in response to the young girl's plea, the night sky immediately
darkened, and a bolt of lightning struck the big elm tree outside. It
fell over, landing on the ground near a big rock.
"Satan has given you his blessing, m'lady!" the maid cried, clapping her
hands in delight.
"Thank all the gods!" I cried.
The next morning, when I came down to have breakfast with the mayor and
his family, the two girls looked up at me and smiled, and I smiled back at
them as well.
"Please, Countess," said Sasha, "can you sing us a song after breakfast?"
"We'll see, honey!" I told her softly.
As I was eating my porridge, the mayor asked, "How is your cousin Togor,
Countess Bathory?"
"He's just fine, as far as I know!" I told him. "The last time I saw him,
he was as handsome as we was intelligent and talented!"
"Was that when he sent you here?" Vera asked.
"That's right," I told her, "in fact, that's precisely right."
Mascha tugged at my skirt.
"Won't you please sing us a song, Countess?" she asked me in a soft,
gentle voice.
"All right, then," I told her, "I shall sing!"
Rising from the table, I said, "I'm going to sing an old gypsy song - and
you can sing along too, if you really want to do so!"
Grabbing a tambourine from a nearby shelf, I whirled and kicked as I sang:
"A gypsy loves to wander
In the sun and the fresh air,
But every now and then she thinks
Of the towns and the people there.
"Let us all cheer the life of a gypsy,
Let us all become devil-may-care,
For when to a town the gypsy comes
She brings pleasure everywhere!
"Now, a gypsy loves to travel
And she goes wandering everywhere,
So when a gypsy comes to town,
The people cheer her everywhere.
"When the gypsy comes to Krolensk,
The place will become like a fair
Because everybody in the town will cheer
For a gypsy oh so fair!"
Then we all sang the final refrain:
"Let us all sing the life of our traveler,
Let us all become devil-may-care,
And when the gypsy comes to Krolensk,
The people cheer her everywhere!"
After breakfast, I went to the mayor's library to see what I could find
out about Countess Elizabeth Bathory. Eventually, after a long search, I
found what I needed in a book called The Peers Of The Realm, which I found
up on the top shelf. I found this entry in the book's B section:
"BATHORY, ELIZABETH (Countess): The cousin of Prince Ivor Bathory, and the
widow of Ferencs Nasady, a knight of the realm. She retired to Castle
Cachtice, on the Borgo Pass, on the death of Ferencs in battle last year.
Her hobbies are bathing in blood and watching some poor slob fall into her
special Iron Maiden."
"Bathing in blood?" I cried. "YEEKS!"
I put my head in my hands for several minutes, and then squared my
shoulders with a sigh. I said to myself quietly, "If I must be Countess
Elizabeth Bathory, I must walk, act, think like Countess Elizabeth
Bathory. After all, aren't the nobility themselves just very good
actors?"
Then I sang:
"I must act Bathory, think Bathory,
Eat, sleep, and drink Bathory.
Otherwise, if I'm found out,
I'll learn what torture's all about.
"I must walk Bathory, talk Bathory,
Sneak, creep, and stalk Bathory,
And when I do, then I will know
Just how far I'll have to go.
I must look confident, act confident,
Even when I'm not confident.
Otherwise, if I'm found out,
I'll learn what torture's all about!"
Joringel came into the library and said:
"The Iron Maiden's ready, m'lady Countess!"
She led me to the library window, and through it, I saw a tall female
statue made of the purest iron, with a pair of bronze nipples on the
front. A servant girl walked up to the statue and began cleaning it with
a wet dishrag. Eventually, her dishrag tripped the switch that activated
the Iron Maiden's hidden function. I closed my eyes at that exact moment,
but when I opened them, I saw the girl was okay! She'd ducked when the
Iron maiden's hidden function had triggered.
"Drat!" cried the mayor from the ground below. "Ah, well, we'll try again
sometime later. At least you didn't flinch, as usual, m'lady Countess!"
"In that case," I shouted down at him, "I think I'd like to take a look at
your books now, if you could show me where they are, sir!"
"With pleasure!" cried the mayor. "All I have is yours, m'lady Countess!"
I was sitting in the study reading the town's books, which the mayor had
kindly laid on the desk before me.
"Awful!" I said to myself. "Just awful. It looks as if the mayor and his
cronies have been 'cooking' the books ever since he first took his office
about a year ago, after his predecessor retired. None of these figures
even comes close to making sense. Dear Lord, couldn't they even do the
math when they did these fake books?"
At that point, I heard a soft cough, and turned to see a lady standing
behind me. With her was the mayor, smiling broadly.
"How dare you bring another lady into my presence without my express
permission! Do you realize you face imprisonment by doing so?"
The mayor threw back his head and laughed loudly, as if he didn't believe
me, and said, "That would be most unlikely, young man!"
"Can't you just leave me alone in here so I can finish reviewing these
books?" I shouted. "Look, just who is this impertinent young lady, anyway
- your mistress?"
The mayor laughed even harder as the lady looked straight at me calmly and
said, "I am the Countess Elizabeth Bathory!"
"Fine, fine!" I snapped. "Now just let me sit back and read these -
Countess Elizabeth Bathory? THE Countess Elizabeth Bathory?"
Then the room spun around my head as I keeled over in the sturdy chair and
fell to the ground. When I woke up, I found that I was strapped by my
ankles and wrists to the top of the kitchen table, and that I was now in
the mayor's backyard. He had a whip, and I saw that the Countess was with
him. Then the mayor turned toward me.
"Why were you masquerading as Countess Bathory?" demanded the mayor
angrily.
"Because you forced me into it when you mistook me for the real Countess!"
I cried as the lash of his whip came down on my shoulder, slicing the
flesh.
"Liar!" he shouted. "Answer me!"
"I'm not lying, sir!" I cried. "You're the one responsible for my
masquerade - you brought me into your household on the assumption that I
was Countess Bathory!"
"Is this true?" the Countess asked the mayor.
"Not and never would I do such a foolish thing, m'lady Countess!" he
retorted.
Then he swung his whip at my chin, leaving a long gash where it had
struck.
"What is your name, boy?" the mayor cried.
"Andreas the Scholar am I styled, sir!" I told the mayor, who then lashed
out at me with his whip, leaving a weal on my face.
"What's your real name, boy?" he cried.
"Andreas Matneyev, sir!" I shouted.
Lashing out at my right shoulder, the mayor ripped apart the cloth of my
dress, revealing the bull's head brand of my clan, the Matneyevs.
Countess Bathory took one look at the brand and gasped in horror.
"The Matneyev brand!" she cried. "The brand on the shoulder of the gypsy
who lured my baby sister out of our home and into his clutches!"
"My mother and I were the last Matneyevs!" I cried. "The others have all
died out, and my mother took me to be educated in the town of Bremen in
Germany. We only came back here to Hungary because my mother was dying,
m'lady Countess!"
"In that case, Sigmund Kolgov," the Countess told the mayor, "I must ask
you to stop torturing my nephew and to release him - now!"
"He is a prisoner!" the mayor shouted back.
Ripping the mayor's badge of office from his uniform, she threw it into
the ground, and stomped on it with a dainty foot.
"And you are no longer the mayor!" she shouted back. "Now I see through
your urban fa?ade and know you for the monster that you really are!"
"M'lady!" the mayor gasped out loud.
"After you free my nephew from his bonds, I want you to take your wife,
take your family, take your possessions, and get out of Krolensk as fast
as your feet can take you out!"
The mayor cut the ropes tying me to the table, and then walked away into
his house - and that was the last I ever saw of him. Countess Bathory
came up to me and helped me get back on my feet. I looked at her and
asked, "Why did you rescue me just now?"
"Because I have just realized you are my nephew, my younger sister's only
child. Your father must have been the young gypsy who carried her away
with him into the night."
"She always said she went with my father of her own free will!" I told the
Countess.
"In any case, I am glad that we have finally had the chance to meet.
Arise, Andreas Mateneyev Bathory, for through your talend and your
patience, you have won your freedom from the mayor and his family."
"Thank you, m'lady Countess!" I cried.
"You're very welcome, Andreas!" the Countess told me eagerly. "And now I
am going to turn your pain into pleasure: Sigmund Kolgov will be formally
stripped of the office of mayor, and then the title and office of mayor of
Krolensk will be passed down from him to you!"
Well, the next day, I was sworn in as the new mayor, and in the evening, I
led the townsfolk with Joringel in a chorus of song:
"Now that the Koskovs have gone,
Now that we are all free,
We are happy now with our gypsy mayor,
Just as happy as we can be!
"Let us cheer for the life of our mayor,
Let us all be devil-may-care,
For he has shown us we may be
Captains of our own welfare.
"The Koskovs were dirty tricksters,
Just as dirty as they could be,
But our new mayor is a Bathory,
And he's as gentle as can be
"Give a cheer for the life of our mayor,
Let us all be devil-may-care!
For he has shown us we can be
Captains of our own welfare.
"The Koskovs were all swindlers,
They 'cooked the books' and didn't play fair,
But our new mayor is a Bathory -
He's handsome and so debonair!
Then we all sang the final chorus:
"Drink a toast to the life of our mayor,
Let us all be devil-may-care,
For we now know that through literacy
We'll be captains of our own welfare!"
"Thank you for singing, everybody!" I cried. "And I'm glad I'm wearing a
uniform and not one of Vera Koskov's blue dresses!"
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is intended as a replacement for an earlier one called The Tale
of Elizabeth Bathory, which was the original version of Andreas's
adventures in Krolensk and which was disliked by many of its readers. It
has been written from an entirely new draft, which I composed without
reference to my 1997 original version.
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