The others tried to find a refuge in the aqueduct running through the cavern, but the pursuing alcohol rushed after them like a living cataract of fire.

Everyone seemed bound to perish at this hellish marriage feast.
Only two people did not lose their presence of mind; only two knew what ought to be done, and one of these was Fatia Negra.

When the armed soldiers scattered from before the door of the smelting-furnace, he had boldly waded through the burning spirit; he knew very well that it could not set fire to clothing immediately and he took care to hold his hands in front of his eyes to save himself from being blinded.

He tore the door open and hastily vanished through it.
The other was Anicza, who, when she saw that in the hundred-fold confusion everyone had lost his head and was running desperately to certain death, quickly snatched up an axe, rushed to the gigantic beer vats and staved in their bottoms.

The neutral fluid streamed down upon the floor like a water fall and, gradually gaining ground, forced the flaming _palinka_[31] back further and further, till at last the infernal blue light was gradually extinguished.
[Footnote 31: Hungarian brandy.] By that time, however, the beautiful bride was a sight of horror, her face was burnt out of all recognition.
Every member of the party had received injuries from the fire.