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Only now, he is not concerned about that, but about the fairness of his friend who does not want to sell wives to the men whose women he buys. I offer five more gold pieces which makes thirty-five in all. And I do that not for Marcu but for his daughter that she may know that I will not harm her and will for ever keep her well fed and buy her silks and jewels." "Silks!"
The bargaining between the Greek and the gipsy was about to start anew when Marcu looked outdoors thoughtfully, stroked his beard and said to the innkeeper: "Put away the things my daughter has selected. I shall come again, alone, to bargain for them." "If my friend fears he has not enough money " suavely intervened Anastasidis, as he placed a friendly hand on the gipsy's arm.
You are the biggest thief this side of the Danube." "And you, you lowborn Tzigane, are the cheapest swindler on earth." Quarrelling and shaking hands alternately and drinking wine Marcu and the Greek went on for hours.
"When Marcu has no money he does not ask his women to select silk," haughtily interrupted the gipsy. "It will be as I said it will be. I come alone in a day if the river has frozen. In a day or a week. I come alone." "Shall I, then, not take all these beautiful things along with me, now?" asked Fanutza in a plaintive yet reproachful tone. "There is Marcia who waits to see them.
At the door were bales of straw and hay, and outside, already half covered with snow, iron ploughs hobnobbed with small anchors, harrows, and bundles of scythes that leaned on the wall. "Oats you wanted? Oats are very high this year, Marcu." And the bargaining began. Fanutza sat listlessly on her chair and looked through the window.
"If Mehmet is tired my arms are strong enough to help if he wishes," remarked Marcu. "No, I am not tired, but I should like my friend to know that I think it is not fair." There was a long silence during which the boat was carried downstream although it was kept in the middle of the river by skilful little movements of the boatman. Fanutza looked at the Tartar.
A hundred times floating pieces of ice had bent back the flat of the oar Marcu was handling, and every time Mehmet had saved it from breaking by a deft stroke of his own oar or by some other similar movement. He was a waterman and knew the ways of the water as well as Marcu himself knew the murky roads of the marshes.
Mehmet Ali laid the paddles across the width of the boat and looking steadily into the eyes of Marcu, he said: "As I said this morning, Marcu, it is not fair that you should buy wives from us when you like our women and not sell us yours when we like them." "It is as it is," countered the gipsy savagely. "But it is not fair," argued Mehmet, slyly watching every movement of his old friend.
"Allah il Allah," Mehmet assured Marcu. "And who is he whom you have chosen from amongst your men?" "I am old, Mehmet, I would otherwise have chosen a younger man for my daughter; but because I fear that this or the following winter will be the last one, I have chosen Stan, whose orphaned daughter is Fanutza's own age. He is good and true and strong. Young men never make careful chiefs."
"And, as I said," Mehmet continued after a while, "as I said, it is not fair. My friend must see that. It is not fair. So I offer you twenty gold pieces for the girl. Is it a bargain?" "She is not for sale," yelled Marcu, understanding too well the meaning of the oars out of the water. "No?" wondered Mehmet, "not for twenty pieces of gold? Well, then I shall offer five more.
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