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"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.
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 paszura upon him also." "Who killed them?" asked the Decurio, in his usual calm voice.
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.
"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.
"I'll tell you what, Decurio," he said, springing up, "we are only two left, don't let us make food of each other; let us come to an understanding on this matter." "If you are tired of waiting, I can press the match lower." "This is no jest, Numa; you are risking your own life. How can you wish to send us both to hell for the sake of a pale girl?
"Where am I?" asked the young man, vaguely endeavoring to recall the events of the past night. "In my house," replied Decurio. "And who are you?" "I am Numa, Decurio of the Roumin* Legion, your foe in battle, but now your host and protector." * The Wallachians were, in the days of Trajan, subdued by the Romans, with whom they became intermixed, and are also called Roumi.
Make haste; and should one of you remain behind, his share will be divided among the rest." The Wallachians hastened to seek their comrades with cries of joy. The Decurio then locked the door, and, throwing himself upon the ground beside the two heads, he kissed them a hundred times, and sobbed like a child. "I warned you not to go toward Hungary!" he said bitterly.
The Wallachian shook his head impatiently. "Well, propose something yourself, Decurio." "I will. Let us try which of us can give the best proof of courage and daring; and whoever can do that, shall have the girl, for he best deserves her." "Well said!" cried the men unanimously. "Let us each relate what we have done, and then you can judge which among us is the boldest."
Scarcely had the words escaped his lips, than the Decurio, raising his left hand, severed the contradictor's head at one stroke from his body; and as it fell back, the lifeless trunk dropped on its knees before the Decurio, with its arms around him, as if in supplication. "Dare anyone still say it can?" asked Numa, with merciless rigor. The Wallachians turned silently away.
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