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"Imre!" exclaimed the starting girl. "You have seen him, then? oh! where is he!" The Decurio hesitated. "He should not have delayed so long," he murmured, pressing his hand against his brow; "all would have been otherwise." "Oh! let me go to him; if you know where he is." "I do not know, but I am certain he will come here if he is alive indeed he must come." "Why do you think that?"
The old lady sat in her great armchair, which she seldom quitted, and as she heard the clash of Imre's sword, she looked up and asked who was coming. "It is Imre!" said the fair-haired maiden, blushing, and her heart beat quickly as she pronounced his name.
"Then one of them must be alive!" cried Imre, a slight gleam of hope passing over his pale features; "which is it? speak! Is there not a young girl with golden locks among them?" "I know not," stammered his comrade, in great embarrassment. "You do not know? go and look again." His friend hesitated. "Let me go I must know," said Imre impatiently, as the young man endeavored to detain him.
"Jolanka!" exclaimed the stranger passionately. She started at the well-known voice, and, uttering a cry of joy, rushed to the window. "Oh, Imre!" she murmured, "are you come at last!" "Can I not enter? can I not speak with you?" The young girl hastened to unbar the door, which was locked on the inside, and as Imre entered she threw herself into his arms, while he pressed her fondly to his heart.
As Imre reached the bridge, the horse backed, and no spurring could induce him to cross. Imre at last pressed his knee angrily against the trembling animal, striking him at the same time across the neck with the bridle, on which the horse suddenly cleared the chasm at one bound and then again turned and began to back.
The brutal mob instantly rushed upon him with a savage yell, when, suddenly, a couple of shots resounded, and two of the assailants fell dead close beside the father and son. It was Maria who had fired these shots, and now, leaping from her steed, she shook Imré violently. "You must fight for your life now, and leave weeping for another time, my boy!" cried she.
Evening was drawing on, and a slight transparent mist had overspread the valley. Imre was desirous of reaching Kolozsvar* early on the next morning, and continued his route all night. * Klausenburg. About midnight the moon rose behind the trees, shedding her silvery light over the forest.
Two shots whistled by, and Imre, letting go the bridle, cut right and left, his sword gleaming rapidly among the awkward weapons; and taking advantage of a moment in which the enemy's charge began to slacken, he suddenly dashed through the crowd towards the outlet of the rock, without perceiving that another party awaited him above the rocks with great stones, with which they prepared to crush him as he passed.
"Back, Wallachian dogs!" cried Imre, cutting two of them down, while several others sprang forward with the scythes.
"I shall not require you you may remain at home," said Imre, as, taking the bridle of one of the horses, vaulting lightly into the saddle, he pressed his csako over his brow and galloped from the castle. As he rode under the cross, he checked his horse and looked back. Was it of his grandmother's words, or of the golden-haired Jolanka that he thought? A white handkerchief waved from the window.
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