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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 stroked the fair hair of the lovely suppliant. "Poor child!" he replied gently; "you have nothing to fear; nobody will hurt you now." "You have saved me from these fearful people now save me from yourself!" "You have nothing to fear from me," replied the Dacian, proudly; "I fight for liberty alone, and you may rest as securely within my threshold as on the steps of the altar.
"Why did you come so late?" he asked. Imre held out his hand, but the Decurio did not accept it. "The blood of your family is on my hand," he whispered. "You have let dishonor come on me, and mourning on yourself." The young man's head sunk on his breast in silent anguish.
"Accept my horse as a remembrance," said the young man, turning to the Decurio. "I accept it, as it would only raise suspicion were you to mount it; but you may recover it again in the field. Haste, and lose no time! If you delay you will bring mourning on your own head and disgrace on mine!"
I was led by the Spirit, that I should see my relatives no more. Have I not a pious mercy towards that nation which formerly took me captive? According to the flesh, I am of noble birth, my father being a Decurio. I do not regret or blush for having bartered my nobility for the good of others.
Whoever has the good fortune of winning her, has a right to receive her as I confide her to you; but if anyone of you should dare to offend her in the slightest degree, even by a look or a smile, remember this and take example from it," continued the Decurio, pointing with his sword to the headless body of the young man. "And now you may go destroy and pillage."
Lupey knew the Decurio too well to proffer another syllable, and the rest turned silently from the girl; one voice alone was heard to exclaim, "It can!" "Who dares to say that?" cried the Decurio; "let him come forward!" A young Wallachian, with long plaited hair, confronted the Decurio. He was evidently intoxicated, and replied, striking his breast with his fist: "I said so."
"I will stay for all that!" he exclaimed; and lifting up the pipe which he had dropped, he walked over and lit it at the burning match which the Decurio was placing in the cask. Upon this, two-thirds of the men left the room.
At this proposition several of the men began to murmur. "If any are afraid they are not obliged to remain," said the Decurio dryly. "I agree," said Lupey doggedly. "I will remain here; and perhaps, after all, it is poppy-seeds you have got there it looks very much like them."
He was lying in a small chamber, through the only window of which the sunbeams shone upon his face. The bed on which he lay was made of lime-boughs, simply woven together, and covered with wolves' skins. A gigantic form was leaning against the foot of the bed with his arms folded, and as the young man awoke, he turned round. It was the Decurio.
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