Thank you for all you have read, and all who have reviewed, here's a new chapter, I hope you like it, you can find out more about the heroine. For those who review, I would accept critics about the style and language of my story, since this is my first fic here, and in Eglish as well. I really don't know if I'm doing things right. 

to the Widow Dracula: thank you for noting me about the spelling mistake, I have corrected it already, it will be displayed soon I guess! Glad you liked the story!

to Angel-of-Darkness25: I'm glad you liked the story, but remember that father loves daughter, I will have others to deal with this "accepting" topic regarding Agnes , keep on reading.

     Agnes and Szabolcs got to Debrecen by late afternoon. The coach was leaving from near the train station, and Szabolcs packed Agnes' gear on it, and quickly set off to get back to Nádudvar. Agnes decided to venture off a bit, and re-explore the town of Debrecen, which has changed much since she last visited it. She took a walk in the NagyerdÅ' Park of the town, where she and her sister have played together, whenever their father took them along when he had to arrange something Debrecen. But now her head was filled with thoughts of the past three years.

    She could clearly remember the day when Master Ittou arrived at the Desewffy-mansion, as an ambassador of the Far-Eastern country, Tibet. He stayed only for a few days, but Agnes tried to spend as much time with him as she could, finding the short, black-haired, yellow-skinned man particularly interesting. The day when Mr Ittou was leaving, he offered Agnes to take her along to his European and Near-Eastern trip, for he needed a beautiful lady to accompany him to the royal courts. Lord Peter wouldn't hear of it at first, but then Agnes managed to persuade him, that the trip would only do her good. When Master Ittou and Agnes set off on Midsummer's Eve she was supposed to stay away from home only for a few months. Lord Peter was very much worried about his daughter, who was to become 17 years old, that October. But the months of Agnes' absence grew to a year, and later to 3 years. During this time the Master travelled through many countries from England to Arabia with Agnes by his side. Occasionally, Mr Ittou didn't travel the conventional way, as an ambassador was supposed to, but often he chose mere horseback instead of trains and coaches. Agnes soon had to learn how to ride a horse, and how to use the catana sword, which the Master gave her. She didn't really dare to tell her father all about her adventures when she got home, thinking it might scare, or raise him to fury.

    By the time she got this far in the past, she also got back to the coach, in which two people were already sitting. Agnes also sat in the coach, and greeted them politely. The couple answered the greeting with an accent, and Agnes asked them where they came from. They told Agnes that they were from England, and came to Hungary to see the people and their lifestyles because they were writing a book about them. The man was wearing an elegant black suit, the lady was in a light-blue dress, and they both had blonde hair with blue eyes.

„Just like most of their fellow countrymen" said Agnes to herself. She chatted with them for a little while, and then she got lost in her thoughts again, as the stage coach set off. But this time, her mind was running on her sister, Elizabeth. Although they exchanged letters regularly in the past years, Agnes was curious about what has become of her, what is she like, now that she's 18. „ I wonder what kind of fiancé did she pick out for herself! She always had a good taste when it came to men, so I guess he must be very handsome, and he is a count in addition!"

Agnes stared out the window of the coach for a long time; she loved the sight of the plains by the setting Sun, and she fell asleep eventually.

It was late in the evening by the time they got to the first stop of the stage coach, near Nagyvárad. The English couple woke Agnes up, she put her hat on, and they got off the coach together. Outside it was cold and rainy the wind was blowing heavily as well. The coach stopped at a guesthouse, which stood on its own, in the middle of nowhere. The coachman took the travellers' bag off the coach, and turned to Agnes

„We'll continue the journey tomorrow at dawn, tell the pale-faced people too! Be careful lady, nasty people often show up here! You can wait for me if you want and I will see after you and the foreigners!"

„ No, thank you, there is no need for that mister, we can see after ourselves." replied Agnes and threw her bag on her shoulder and went to the guesthouse after the English couple. Inside, it was warm, and the light of the candles and the fireplace was reflected from the dark-brown furniture, giving a calm and peaceful feeling to the place. The innkeeper's counter was in the right corner, with the stairs leading up to the first floor next to it. The only other furniture of the guesthouse was chairs and tables on which all kinds of people were sitting, and drinking at the moment.

Agnes walked to the counter, where the English couple was trying to explain their requests to the innkeeper, with all eyes fixed on her. The pattering sound of her boots' heels could be heard even in the noise, the people were making. Agnes put her bag down on the floor and her hat on the counter, than talked to the couple about what room they would prefer, and wanted to turn to the innkeeper to arrange all, when she heard a deep voice from behind her back.

„Just look at the elegant foreigners there! Maybe they have some gold for us too!"

„You might be right there fellow," answered another voice" 2 women, and a dandy guy, piece of cake! I wouldn't want to miss this one!"

„And afterwards we could show the ladies what Hungarian men have in their trousers!" finished a third voice. Agnes shut her eyes, and lowered her head; she didn't want to mess up this calm evening. The innkeeper turned to the men in a begging tone

„ Leave them alone! I don't want my guesthouse to have a bad reputation! Nobody will come here if you rob all my guests!"

„ You think we care about your broken-down guesthouse? We only care about gold"

„It's starting again!" thought Agnes, and she lifted her head and turned around to the men.

„We're not all foreigners, and we would rather keep our gold to ourselves if you don't mind!" she said in a sharp tone and looked and the robbers confidently. They were surprised at first, but the answer came soon enough. The robber's leader, a tall, dark-faced and unshaven man stepped forth.

„Look at this little ratbag here, isn't she funny?" said he, and started laughing loudly. Then suddenly they all shut up, and the guesthouse became covered in heavy quiet. The English lady hung on tightly to her husband, who was even more afraid than his wife.

„ We'll cut her tongue out, if she's being so rude!" said the man evilly, and beckoned to the others to attack the travellers. The innkeeper hid under the counter, when he saw that the leader of the bandits was only two steps away from Agnes. But then at that moment Agnes smiled sarcastically, and drew her sword, which gave a hissing sound. She held the blade to the man's throat, who was stiffened with surprise. Agnes' finely crafted sword was glimmering in the candlelight, and bandit was staring at it with frightened eyes. The other bandits were standing motionless, and the guests were all stunned by the scene. The English lady thought that Agnes might kill the man at any moment, and she was crying quietly, burying her face in her husbands shoulder. Finally, the bandit's leader broke the silence.

„Look, my lady, we are unarmed"

Agnes answered cynically.

„How polite you are now! As long as I now, you thought we were unarmed, when you and you fellow-badguys openly discussed how you would rob and rape us!"

The man was standing helplessly, trying to beg for mercy with his eyes.

„Look, I have no intention of hurting you," said Agnes, calming down after a few minutes, and the bandit gave a loud sigh.

„you're not worth making my sword dirty." she continued with a cold voice.

„Leave now, and don't return as long as we're here." The 4 other bandits retreated towards the door, and Agnes turned to their leader.

„ I will show you where the door is, just in case you got lost on the way!" she said with a satirical smile, and nodded towards the door.

„Where is the country where they forge swords, which is wielded by women?" asked the man indignantly as he started walking towards the door, with Agnes' sword close to his nape.

„ My sword was forged from the finest Japanese steel in the fires of Tibet, and I was taught how to wield it on the roads of Europe, by the most qualified warrior of the East, who pays RESPECT to women!"

As they reached the heavy wooden door, the bandit opened it immediately, and rushed outside. Agnes could hear him jump on his horse, and ride away swearing. She put her sword away, shut the door, and walked back to the counter. All were looking at her in amazement, but nobody said a word. She turned to the innkeeper, who in-between has recovered himself from under the counter.

„Thank you for paying attention to my gear. I would like a single room, and supper to my room, the lord and the lady would like a double room, and they will come down to have dinner. We'll pay in the morning"

The innkeeper was standing still, looking at Agnes like he has never seen a woman before.

„Please, don't look at me like this" said Agnes in a tired and plaintive voice „Give me my room key, I'm tired, and want to get some rest at last!

'Right away, miss!" said the innkeeper, as he woke up from his surprise, and started delving behind the counter. Finally he showed two keys to Agnes

„We have four rooms, the single one is the second on the left side of the corridor, all the others are double rooms. Have a pleasant rest, somebody will take your dinner up soon."

Agnes put the key away, and headed upstairs on the creaking stairs. She threw her bag on the floor as she shut the door behind herself, and then fell on the bed.

„I wish I were at Borszék already!" she thought, „I'd rather be 2 days older if it was possible. I don't want to draw my sword again until after Elizabeth's wedding!"

The clock on the corridor has already stricken twelve, when the innkeeper brought up her dinner, so Agnes could not get to bed as early as she wanted to. Not only did she sleep little, her dreams were also disturbed.

Oh, and by the way, I already have much of the story in writing, and also in my own language, so basically I'm translating now, so you can expect a new chapter every other day. That's good news isn't it?