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Updated: June 28, 2025
At this To’ Kâya lost both his head and his temper, and, hardly knowing what he did, he drew his dagger clear and she took the point in her breast, their baby, who was on her arm, being also slightly wounded. Dropping the child upon the verandah, she rushed past her husband, and took refuge in the house of a neighbour named Che’ Long.
He was muddy and footsore; his face looked haggard and old, and it was lined with deep furrows. His dark eyes were listless and weary, and his cheeks colourless. "Kaya," he said, "are you here? Kaya!" He looked on the couch, but it was empty; behind the curtains, but there was nothing; out of the windows, but there was only the street below. His eyes had a dazed look. "Kaya!" he cried.
The prince is styled raja, maha-raja, iang de pertuan, or sultan; the nobles have the appellation of orang kaya or datu, which properly belongs to the chiefs of tribes, and implies their being at the head of a numerous train of immediate dependants or vassals, whose service they command. The heir-apparent has the title of raja muda.
Then she saw that he had fainted again; from his forehead a dark stream was gushing slowly; and when she touched it, it was warm and wet. She gave a little cry. The horses galloped on, but the sleigh moved more smoothly and slid over the icy surface of the snow. Kaya wound the reins about the dash-board. They were quiet now, let them gallop!
Then a final volley rang out, and a bullet passing through his head, he fell forward upon his face. The cowardly crowd surged forward, but fell back again in confusion, for the whisper spread among them that To’ Kâya was feigning death in order to get at close quarters.
The old woman rolled up her knitting slowly: "It was just at the turn of the chain," she grumbled, "and I have lost a stitch in the counting. The master can come in by himself." Kaya gave a gleeful laugh like a child, and slipped her feet to the floor: "Oh, you cross Marta, you dear humbug!" she cried, "As if you wouldn't let the master walk over you and never complain!
Ve Velasco is only a name nothing more! "If I can sing I will be happy; I promise you. The sting of the curse will pass. You are silent and cold!" she cried, "You won't tell me, and we are almost there at the mill! Master!" The Kapellmeister started: "The mill?" he stammered, "What were you saying, Kaya? How cold your hand is, little one! Of course you shall sing.
Rest; don't speak, and in a moment Kaya " Again the Countess pushed him back, her blue eyes sparkling, flashing on his: "Prince, hush! Don't speak to me like that. You don't know, how can you! Poor boy poor boy! Don't look at me; I tell you, don't look at me. In the dusk it might be the Duke himself, his very self! Go Leave me a little.
"I will take care of you. You said you would trust me, Kaya." The girl clasped his arm with a cry: "I am not afraid for myself," she said, "but for you you, Velasco. Leave me before it is too late. There is time for the train, just time. I implore you to go!" She trembled and raised her eyes to his. "If anything should happen, and you suffered for me, I couldn't bear it. Leave me Velasco!"
He held his breath suddenly, moving his face until he could see into her eyes. "Ah," he said, "Is that why you left me, Kaya, because of the curse?" "Yes Velasco." "You loved me then! It was a lie? Kaya, tell me!" "I loved you, Velasco, I loved you!" "And now ?" She clung to him and his arms tightened. Suddenly he laughed again. "Hark!" he cried, "You hear the shouting? They are shouting for you!
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