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Updated: June 2, 2025
"He had an only daughter, Mariora by name, and has your ladyship any idea of what Roumanian beauties are? A sculptor could not devise a nobler model.
Burning with rage, he quitted the hut and said, meaningly to the woman: 'You shall be mine nevertheless! Mariora came to me next day, full of despair, telling me the whole story, and asking me whether she ought to tell her husband. I advised her to keep the secret in her own bosom and to close her door against Fatia Negra. Oh, I know the fellow!
"While he was clambering up the mountain-side, Mariora sobbing and screaming, rushed down to her insensible husband, and taking his head into her bosom dragged his limp body out of the cold water of the brook, whilst I took down from the beech-tree Fatia Negra's double-barrelled musket and raised it to my cheek.
Since yesterday he has been lying down shaking and trembling, while the day before he was skipping about and turning somersaults. Then it was he who poisoned the bear. "Mariora trembled at these words, and grew paler than ever. "I seized her by the hand and drew her with me into the hut. I whispered in her ear that I knew all.
In half an hour he would have bounded across the mountains and through the glens and would be here. In the meantime we would barricade ourselves inside the hut. Mariora anxiously asked me what we should do if her husband were the last to arrive, for the robber had firearms. Acting on my advice, we closed the door with a heavy beam and put out the fire.
The child began to cry, but Mariora took it in her arms and soothed it to sleep. A heavy groan sounded from a corner of the room: it was the faithful beast breathing forth his last breath. We exchanged not another word in order not to betray the fact that Mariora was not alone. Half an hour had nearly elapsed when we heard footsteps in the distance approaching. We listened. Who was coming?
Nobody, that is, but Mariora, who did not fly with the fugitives, but hid herself in the tent. "Tobicza had headed the race, but as his legs were heavy with the mead he had drunk, he threw away his big bag of gold to lighten his limbs and prevent Juon from overtaking him.
So beautiful was she that her fame had spread through the Hungarian plain as far as Arad, and whenever great folks from foreign lands came to see Gyenstar and Brivadia they would make a long circuit and come to Vlaskucza in order to rest at the house of old Misule, where the finest prospect of all was a look into the eyes of Mariora.
Moreover, in moments of ill temper the bear had learnt to recognize that Juon's fists were no less vigorous than his own paws, so that he had no temptation to be ungrateful. "This, then, was the man beloved by Mariora. "In our part of the country, my lady, there is an original popular custom, the maiden-market.
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!
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