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Updated: September 23, 2025
"And then I fancy that there's still quite enough of me left to defend a woman against anybody, even though it were the devil himself. And I should advise that worthy Fatia Negra not to show his mug to me, for my stunted hand does not fire guns as our friend Makkabesku is in the habit of doing, nor will my bullets be caught like flies, I warrant."
"Then I shall only have to wait another week?" enquired Anicza, winding the locks of Fatia Negra round her fingers. "For what?" asked the adventurer. "Nay, but surely you know?" "Aha! of course!" said he smiling. "You mean you will only have to wait another week for me to cease to be your husband under a mask and become your real, true husband, eh? That is the end of all your thoughts, eh?"
Fatia Negra warded every blow and countered instantly; the young officer was thrown into confusion by the superior dexterity of his opponent, and it was only a soldier's sense of honour that induced him to continue an attack which was bound to end fatally for himself: practised fencers always know at once whether they can vanquish their antagonist or not.
And when he, unable to obtain his desire by fair words, attempted to gain his object by force, a single cry for help from the woman caused Fatia Negra to feel Ursu's paws on his shoulders and so he knows that this lonely woman is right well defended. Only at Mariora's command did the bear release Black Mask who, attacked from behind, was unable to defend himself.
To complete his confusion the moon made the whole region as light as day. He was forced to sit down on a tree stump to tie up his wounded hand; at least he would stop the flow of blood and make the trail more difficult to follow. While with the help of his left hand and his teeth he was binding up his useless right hand, his pursuer overtook him. "Fatia Negra surrender!"
Juon tucked up the wide shirt sleeve from his herculean arm and Szilard was astonished to see the half healed and cross-like scar it had been a deep gash. "So now, sir," pursued Juon, "you can see that I am not dreaming. Watch well, for Fatia Negra will come. Not to-night for he awaits you on the road by which you came.
"But where's the mould?" "I brought it with me, to-day; we'll adjust that also to the machine. We shall gain a hundred florins in every thousand." Old Onucz kissed Fatia Negra's hand. "Domnule," said he, "you are a man indeed. Domnule, since you became our chief our gains have doubled and the ducats are so good that one cannot distinguish them from the Imperial ones."
It may seem strange to us that the rumour of Fatia Negra's nocturnal adventure was not spread abroad in these parts, but as a matter of fact nobody did speak of it. It seemed as if everybody who knew anything about it, died out of the world before he could pass the news on to his neighbour. The dwellers in the hut in the Ice Valley had vanished without leaving a trace behind them.
"How much have you in your sack?" asked Fatia Negra. "A hundredweight and eighty pounds." "Now we'll see into how much pure gold it will work out." "The dross mixed with it is only a few pounds in weight." "Of what quality is it?" "Well, they purify it very incompletely you know. It is only two-and-twenty carat gold." "It doesn't matter: we will coin Prussian ducats out of it."
Burning with rage, he quitted the hut and said, meaningly to the woman: 'You shall be mine nevertheless! Mariora came to me next day, full of despair, telling me the whole story, and asking me whether she ought to tell her husband. I advised her to keep the secret in her own bosom and to close her door against Fatia Negra. Oh, I know the fellow!
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