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On the right of Lankadomb the dogs were baying restlessly, but the hounds of the castle watchman did not answer them. They were sleeping. Some vagrant gypsy woman had fed them well that evening on poisoned swine-flesh. The robbers reached the castle courtyard noiselessly, unnoticed, and each one at once took the place allotted to him, as Kandur had directed.
I shall take her away to some place where they will not say 'Away gypsy! off gypsy! Kiss my hand, eat carrion, gypsy, gypsy! Give me my money." "Kandur." "Don't gape, or tire your mouth. Give me a pot of silver, and a pail of gold." "All right, Kandur, you shall get your money a pot of silver and a pail of gold. But now let me have my say.
Each of them had a gun: but I did not hear a single shot, so they were not after game." "The devil and all his hell-hounds destroy them!" "Why, Kandur, your daughter was mad after that young gentleman she certainly confessed to him that her father was collecting treasures: so the young gentleman took off daughter and money too he will shortly return the empty pot." "Then I shall kill him."
"I have no more questions to ask the young lady," said Daruszegi. "This matter is really over in any case." "Over?" asked Topándy astonished. "Yes, over: explained, judged, and executed." "How?" "The robber chief, Kandur, before he died in agony, made such serious and perfectly consistent confessions as, combined with other circumstances, compromised your neighbor in the greatest measure."
All twelve had reached the burnt dwelling. "See what the robbers have made of it," said Kandur to his comrades. "They have stolen all we had collected, the riches we were to take with us to another land, and then they have set the dwelling on fire. They came here in a boat: they found out the way to our palace. We shall now return the visit. Are you all here?" "Yes," muttered the comrades.
Kandur knew well he must not allow him time to load again. It was not a moment for shooting: but for a pitched battle, hand to hand. Nor did the robber load his weapon: he rushed unarmed from his ambuscade as he saw Lorand standing before him, and threw himself in foaming passion upon the youth.
Sufficient silver to fill many pots was piled up there. "Which will you have? silver or bank-notes?" "Silver," whispered the robber. "Then hold your cap." Kandur held his lamb-skin cap in his two hands like a pouch, and placed his knife between his teeth.
Perhaps several were wounded, one at any rate reeled badly, and the other two took to flight: then, finding their comrade could not keep up with them, they picked him up and dragged him along, disappearing in a moment in the thickest part of the park. Only the old lion remained behind, alone, old Kandur, the robber, burning with rage.
Lorand did not call for help, thinking his cries might bring the robbers back: and Kandur was afraid the house party might come out. Or perhaps neither thought of any such thing: each was occupied with the idea of overthrowing his opponent with his own hand. Kandur merely muttered through his teeth, though his passion did not deter his devilish humor. Lorand did not say a single word.
Then dipping their hands in the strewn ashes, they blackened their faces, making themselves unrecognizable. Only Kandur did not mask himself. "Let them recognize me. And anyone who does not recognize me, shall learn from my own lips, 'I am Kandur, the mad Kandur, who will drink thy blood, and tear out thy entrails. Know who I am! How I shall look into their eyes!
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