I went down to them in the courtyard. A tall, poor man in orange-black overalls shook my hand.
"Good evening. I'm Berny and we came from Humenné. Tomorrow morning we will install a camera system in the courtyard of this manor. They told me that you would be here and that we could take all the material and tools into the mansion."
"I'm glad. I'm Branko. Yes, I know about you that you should have come and there is a room ready for you where you can store everything. Then lock it and you can take the key with you. It's a certainty that no one else will get there."
Berny motioned for the other co-workers waiting in the car to unload and carry things to the mansion. I went for a walk in the garden and around the stable. Then I stopped to dig the rotunda and stood there for a while. I imagined how people in earlier times of our history built it more or less with their bare hands made of stone. How they used to be in it and how it is possible that such an old building left evidence in the form of foundations to this day. I have several theories. Well, of course, few would agree with them. I was walking for a while and maybe it was only half an hour when I saw that all the technicians were already in the car and leaving for a hostel. I locked the main entrance gate as Diana had instructed and took the keys to the visitor's room in the mansion. Then I went out into the courtyard and leaned against the white brick railing. I imagined how the count and the whole manor had once stood on the spot where I had stood this time. How they probably thought and what eyes they looked at this world with. They must have thought that this world would belong to them forever. And I now stand on the ruins of their ideas and beliefs in immortality. It began to slowly slow down and cool down a bit. So I went to the bottom and closed a large wooden door with glass panels. I leaned against the doorframe and just stared at the courtyard. It was strange that Darsy didn't show up. Maybe she ran somewhere else and can't go back. Then I sat down in my chair and stared into space. I was numb, quite tired of the strange events that had happened to me in recent days. I wished everything was over so that I could return home and never deal with matters of an esoteric nature again. I looked at the cell phone - it was after ten o'clock in the evening. I still had a lot of time for Amáta to show up - if she still shows up. Maybe she got lost somewhere else and won't be able to come back. I let everything run as Veronika advised me. I checked the door locked by the chief technician. They were locked, so everything was fine. And so I was still walking through the halls and rooms around the manor house. I sometimes made a fuss to make Darsa hear me and come back to me if she was still inside the mansion. I was attracted by a painting on the wall. The countess was painted on it. She looked alive. I had the feeling that he was staring at me and would tell me something in Hungarian at any moment, maybe in Hungarian. But nothing like that happened, though the picture made such an impression. Darsy still hasn't shown up. However, I assumed that if I went out for a walk at night, he would show up. I sat down for a while in a chair in the small living room, where Amáta and I had debates at night. But for now, I was completely alone. As midnight approached, I got a little nervous. I realized that I actually feel in danger because the manor is unlocked. Until now, I didn't realize I was safe when everything was locked. I got up from my chair and went to the guest room. It was completely dark. The moonlight fell on the manor and the courtyard, illuminating it alone. There was another horrible grave silence at night, which was killing me a lot. I hate him. One acquires a strange feeling that something unpleasant, something bad will happen. After every night like this, when a new day ends and a new day begins, I feel happy. I feel best during the day. Especially when the world is bright with warm sunlight. The night usually doesn't bring me good feelings or thoughts. I leaned against the large door and looked out the glass at the courtyard. In the moonlight, a shadow flickered on the right side of the long staircase. I slowly opened the door and watched the entire staircase as well as the immediate area, but I saw nothing special. So I turned towards the entrance - and Amata was standing in the doorway. She still had the same clothes as before. But this time she had a big black hat on.
"Oh, how you just scared me! Didn't I see you when you came?"
But Amata didn't move or answer me. I was cold. I stood as if chained. Amata took a step forward and then slowly began to walk towards me. She stopped just opposite me. She was really beautiful and in that hat like an embodied divinity. She grabbed my left hand. Her right hand, which caught me, was cold as ice. She looked me straight in the eye. I was immediately shaken when I realized that those eyes were long dead. Well, undoubtedly beautiful.
"Come on, let's take a walk and then we can go to the mansion."
I didn't object and held her cold hand. As we walked together, Amata told me about some parts of her life. I didn't ask anything and I let everything flow by itself as it came. She told me about the various nonsense they had done with Cousin Esther, which they often remembered together. They sat a large sewn shot of white handers in a large armchair in the master's bedroom, then slammed the door to the parents' room and fled. Immediately afterwards, my mother was heard screaming for help. They scared their mother and eyes and had a lot of fun. She also told me about her suitor Francz. The only problem was that there was no blue blood. He was not a nobleman, but only a messenger among noble families. He once sent a letter to Amate, in which he confessed his love for her, and her mother found the letter. She immediately forbade her to meet him, and when he brought a telegram from another part of Hungary, Amáta had to go to her room so they would not see each other at all. Her mother, Countess Amelia, was very strict and behaved according to aristocratic protocol throughout her life. Her father, Count Achác, was not so strict. He allowed his only daughter much more than her mother allowed. He administered the whole of southwestern Hungary and was devoted to his king as it is written in the aristocratic protocol. When Amata returned from the sea with her cousins and cousins, she became very ill. The father said that he was able to sacrifice his dominion only, so that his beloved daughter Amáta would heal. I also knew the story of how she got to the hospital in Burgenland, where she died in a very short time. This time, however, she walked beside me and we held hands. Although I was closer to this beautiful future countess, he felt a great winter. It was fascinating. I thought I certainly never regret being in my life he became interested in these things and esoterics. Through sections of her storytelling, I imagined what the world looked like in her day. It was a time of absolute peace. Everyone thought that such a world would be forever and will never change. But even Amatta's parents could not have guessed that the monarchy would one day disappear and that Europe would once experience a slaughterhouse that it had never dreamed of in its worst dreams. This royal tale will have a disastrous end for many nations. We stopped and Amata raised her head and stared at the full moon. She squeezed my hand with her cold hand and I was in absolute peace.
"What are you thinking of Amata?" I asked her, and I also looked up at the moon.
"Well, why did I meet you. You opened my eyes and clarified the whole situation. I wandered around Hungary for centuries and I didn't find anyone but you. I'm happy and I don't know how to repay you. Please pass my letter where it belongs. I don't have anyone to give it to anymore."
"Of course I'll hand it over. I'm very glad I was able to help you get lost. And I believe that you will soon find your peace and meet your loved ones."
Amata stopped looking at the moon and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt terribly cold, but I tried not to pay attention. I also wrapped her arms around her slender waistband and stood in the moonlight for a while. Her heart didn't pound. She was completely icy, but really beautiful, and in that black hat she was like a creature of God. I took her left hand in mine again and we walked slowly to the mansion.