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Updated: June 7, 2025
"What I have said stands good," said the Decurio; "whoever remains longest has the sole right to the lady." "Well, I will stay, of course; but what do I gain by it? I know you will stay, too, and then the devil will have us both; and I speak not only for myself when I say I do not wish that." "If you do not wish it, you had better be gone." "Well, I don't care if you will give me a golden mark."
The Decurio remained alone with the young man; and hastily lifting him, still senseless, from the ground, he mounted his horse, and placing him before him ere the savage horde had returned, he had galloped some distance along the road from whence the youth had come, covering him with his mantle as he passed the bridge, to conceal him from several of the gang who stood there, and exclaiming, "Follow me to the Tapanfalva."
The Decurio watched the lovers until they were out of sight; and called to them, even when they could hear him no longer: "Do not go towards Hungary." He then entered his house. The prayer-book lay open as the young girl had left it; the page was still damp with her tears. Numa's hand trembled, as he kissed the volume fervently and placed it in his bosom.
"Who fired there?" cried the giant, in a voice of thunder. The bloodthirsty Wallachians would have rushed madly on their defenseless prey, had not the giant stood between him and them. "Who fired on me?" he sternly exclaimed. The Wallachians stood back in terror. "It was not on you, Decurio, that I fired, but on the hussar," stammered out one of the men, on whom the giant had fixed his eye.
Meanwhile they brought the young girl to the Decurio's house, and as each man considered that he had an equal right to the prize, they kept a vigilant eye upon her, and none dared offend her so much as by a look. When the Decurio arrived, they all crowded into the house with him, filling the rooms, as well as the entrance and porch.
They were those of Imre and Jolanka, but his features did not betray the slightest emotion. "You will know them probably," continued Lupey. "The young magnate, who escaped us at the pass, came for the girl in your absence, and at the same time stole your money, and, what is more, we found your pazsura upon him also." "Who killed them?" asked the Decurio, in his usual calm voice.
"He will come as soon as possible; and now you must take some food and rest. Do not think about your relations now; they are all in a safe place nobody can hurt them more." The Decurio brought some refreshment, laid a small prayer-book on the pillow, and left the orphan by herself.
"Take his hand," said Jolanka, in her low, sweet accents; and then turning to Imre, "He saved your life he saved us both, and he will rescue our family, too." Imre looked at her in astonishment. The Decurio seized his arms and drew him aside.
The Decurio spoke a few words in the Wallachian language, on which they replied more vehemently than before, at the same time thrusting forward the kalpag on the pole. The Decurio turned hastily round. "Was your name written on your kalpag?" he asked the young man, in evident embarrassment. "It was." "Unhappy youth!
The Wallachians fell upon their knees in silent awe, while the women who had been standing outside, rushed shrieking down the rocks. The Decurio drew a pistol from his breast, and approached the cask of gunpowder.
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