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Updated: May 14, 2025
"I will give you a disguise; hasten to Kolozsvar and assemble your comrades, then return and protect your house. I will wait you there, and man to man, in open honorable combat, the strife will no longer be ignominious." "Thanks, thanks!" murmured the youth, pressing the Decurio's hand.
A disorderly troop of Wallachians approached the Decurio's house, triumphantly bearing the hussar's csako on a pole before them. "Had I left you there last night, they would now have exhibited your head instead of your csako." The crowd halted before the Decurio's window, greeting him with loud vociferations.
"I will give you a disguise; hasten to Kolozsvar and assemble your comrades, then return and protect your house. I will wait you there, and man to man, in open honorable combat, the strife will no longer be ignominious." "Thanks, thanks!" murmured the youth, pressing the Decurio's hand.
And with these words he strode away, leaving the astonished informer on his knees, in which posture he remained for some time afterwards, not daring to raise his head until the Decurio's steps had died away. As Numa entered the house, the lovers hastened to meet him. For an instant or two he stood at the threshold, regarding the young man with a look of silent reproach.
The Wallachian examined it on every side, and then stepped back to let the stranger pass, after which he once more laid down his scythe and cap, and knelt before the shrine. The stranger knocked at the Decurio's door, which was locked, and an armed Wallachian appeared from behind the rocks, and informed him that the Decurio was not at home, only his wife.
A disorderly troop of Wallachians approached the Decurio's house, triumphantly bearing the hussar's csako on a pole before them. "Had I left you there last night, they would now have exhibited your head instead of your csako." The crowd halted before the Decurio's window, greeting him with loud vociferations.
The Wallachian examined it on every side, and then stepped back to let the stranger pass, after which he once more laid down his scythe and cap, and knelt before the shrine. The stranger knocked at the Decurio's door, which was locked, and an armed Wallachian appeared from behind the rocks, and informed him that the Decurio was not at home, only his wife.
Meanwhile Numa coolly removed the match, which was entirely burnt down; and throwing it into the grate, he stepped over to the bed and whispered into the young girl's ear: "You are free!" Trembling, she raised herself in the bed and taking the Decurio's large, sinewy hands within her own, she murmured: "Be merciful! O hear my prayer, and kill me!"
When he had ascended about halfway, he was suddenly stopped by an armed Wallachian, who had been kneeling before a shrine in the rock, and seeing the stranger, rose and stood in his path. The latter pronounced the Decurio's name, and produced his pazsura.
When he had ascended about halfway, he was suddenly stopped by an armed Wallachian, who had been kneeling before a shrine in the rock, and seeing the stranger, rose and stood in his path. The latter pronounced the Decurio's name, and produced his paszura.
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