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Then they piled up into the other scale as many of the sacks of ducats sealed with the seal of Onucz as were necessary to establish an absolute equipoise between the two scales, and then while both the girl and the gold, balancing each other were floating in the air, old Onucz, his face beaming with triumph, poked Fatia Negra in the side with his elbows and said: "And now all that is yours."
So your ladyship will perceive that Juon Tare's castle is provided with a very strong guardian against thieves and wild beasts but who can guard it against the wily and the insinuating? Fatia Negra is a guest of longstanding at the hut in the ice valley, and never goes thither empty handed. He brought the woman pearls and coral which she innocently hung about her person.
Fatia Negra, alone and surrounded, fought single-handed in the midst of the hostile band. His light sword flashing in his hand like lightning, never stayed to parry but attacked incessantly. Handless swords and headless shakos flew around him in the air and whithersoever his horse turned its head, an empty space gaped before him, every antagonist retreating before him.
"'If I could only see your hidden face! roared Juon, throwing himself with all his might on Black Mask. 'You devil, you, I'll tear your mummery off for you! and he gnashed at his opponent's face with his teeth, trying to snap his mask off. "This attempt seemed to redouble Fatia Negra's fury. He too now began roaring like a wounded bear, struggling with a huntsman.
Yet the report was followed by no death cry and Fatia Negra still stood in front of him unscathed.
These parts are panic-stricken, since Anicza betrayed the coiners in the Lucsia Cavern, we have been saddled with a whole heap of calamities. A lot of poor fools and a heap of treasure were captured, but the head of the band, Fatia Negra, was suffered to escape. And now, furious at his loss of treasure, he blackmails the whole region.
Wound ten times round her neck she wore a necklace of gold coins extending down to her bosom. On each side of her holsters peeped forth a double-barrelled pistol with an ivory handle. When the old man stopped to water his horse at the spring gushing forth from the black slate rock, he said to the girl: "Anicza, when did you speak last with Fatia Negra?" "Just a month ago.
And so while he remained behind for the purpose of settling his account Anicza and Fatia Negra retired to a little adjoining chamber. There would be plenty of time for two lovers to talk over their love affairs while so many gold coins were being counted out. "Where have you been? it's a whole month since I saw you?" asked Anicza sitting on the adventurer's knee.
And if once he had his weapons handy, then he could always cut his way through his enemies, even if he were completely surrounded. "Fatia Negra," said the girl, throwing her arms round his neck, "last night I had an evil dream. I dreamt that the smallpox had ruined my face. Would you love me if I were pockmarked?" "Yes, I would still love you," replied the adventurer.
And thus old memories began to revive, and at last her excited imagination began to fancy that there was some sort of connecting link between Szilard and Fatia Negra, between the dearest and the most terrible of beings! What if her rejected lover had avenged himself by publicly shaming her! It was with such anxieties as these that the young wife went to sleep in her lonely chamber.
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