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He turned and fled toward the forest. Szilard rushed after him. "Take care," screamed blind Juon. But none heeded him. Fatia Negra flew away before his enemy. At first he left him far behind, but gradually the continuous loss of blood began to weaken him and it also occurred to him that even if he succeeded in distancing his adversary, he would still leave a trail of blood behind him.
I durst not say it aloud for I imagined the beast understood everything which men say to one another. 'And then will come the tempter, who knows that you are alone and defenceless. I told her everything which your ladyship told me, and the woman trembled like an aspen-leaf. "'Where is Juon Tare encamping now? I asked Mariora. "'Only a mile from here in the Vale Capra. "Hem!
Perhaps at another time she would have been more up to it, but now she was upset, there was something which weighed down her bosom and hampered her breathing: the horn gave forth but a feeble and uncertain sound. We listened for the echoes and they scarce resounded from the sides of the adjacent hills. Juon would never hear that. 'Give it to me, I said.
It is impossible to get there on horseback, but I can reach him by going on foot. Meanwhile you lock yourself in, put out the fire, and whatever noise you hear, do not open the door till we come back. "'Nay, said Mariora, 'you must not go away. If Juon ought to come home, there is a sign between us.
"The detected seducer at once made a rush for his arms, but Juon Tare overtook him with an enormous bound and seized one of his hands.
The bear not long ago weighed five, and I had to beat it to death before I could take it home. Surely your ladyship knows that I am the strong Juon Juon Tare?" And the goatherd said this with as much self-evident pride, as if everyone in the wide world had heard that strong Juon dwelt among these forests.
"We are quite by ourselves; what is it you want, my good fellow?" "Thank you, sir, for calling me a good fellow, for I was good for something once upon a time, and will be so again. I am the famous Juon Tare whose eyes were burnt out in the Lucsia Cavern when they wanted to catch Fatia Negra, and the monster set the whole cavern on fire. I want the head of Fatia Negra.
The black shape now footed the bridge; with a confident gait he approached the middle of it, another step and the bridge gave way beneath him and with an involuntary cry the man in black plunged into the water. "Now, sir, rush in!" whispered Juon to Szilard.
For an instant Fatia Negra stood petrified before Anicza, like a devil caught in a trap, and gazed vacantly at the girl's flaming face. Anicza now turned quickly towards the armed soldiers and cried with a piercing voice: "Hasten Juon Tare! Seize the smelting-oven entrance, else this devil will still escape us!" That was why she wanted to know from Fatia Negra which way they would go underground.
"We both rushed after them, and on reaching the edge of the abyss perceived one shape lying motionless among the rocks of the stream, and another limping painfully towards the further shore. This second figure was Fatia Negra." "Surely Juon was not dead?" cried Henrietta, horrified. "No; only crippled by the fall. He fell undermost, the other on top. Yet the other must have suffered severely.
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