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Ten paces from where I stopped your horse, you would inevitably have been dashed to pieces by huge stones which they were preparing to throw down upon you from the rock." "And you did not desire my death?" "No, because it would have reflected dishonor on the Roumin name." "You are a chivalrous man, Decurio!" "I am what you are; I know your character, and the same feeling inspires us both.
"Where am I?" asked the young man, vaguely endeavoring to recall the events of the past night. "In my house," replied Decurio. "And who are you?" "I am Numa, Decurio of the Roumin Legion, your foe in battle, but now your host and protector." "And why did you save me from your men?" asked the young man, after a short silence. "Because the strife was unequal a hundred against one."
"What is going on here?" he repeated; and seizing the fainting girl in the arms of a Wallachian, he ordered him to lay her down. "She is one of our enemies," replied the savage insolently. "Silence, knave! Does one of the Roumin nation seek enemies in women? Lay her down instantly." "Not so, leader," interrupted Lupey; "our laws entitle us to a division of the spoil.
We have no turbary, or any other easement; but, to compensate us, we have thirlage, outsucken multures, insucken multures, and dry multures; as also we have a soumin and roumin, as any one who has been so fortunate as to hear Mr Outram's pathetic lyric on that interesting right of pasturage will remember, in conjunction with pleasing associations.
Fall down on your knees and pray for your souls, for the angel of death stands over you, to blot out your memory from among the Roumin people!" The last words were pronounced in a fearful tone. Numa was no longer the cold unmoved statue he had hitherto appeared, he was like a fiery genius of wrath, whose very breath was destruction.
As evening closed, the Decurio returned, and softly approaching the bed, looked long and earnestly at the fair sleeper's face, until two large tears stood unconsciously in his eyes. The Roumin hastily brushed away the unwonted moisture, and as if afraid of the feeling which had stolen into his breast, he hastened from the room, and laid himself upon his woolen rug before the open door.
"Where am I?" asked the young man, vaguely endeavoring to recall the events of the past night. "In my house," replied Decurio. "And who are you?" "I am Numa, Decurio of the Roumin* Legion, your foe in battle, but now your host and protector." * The Wallachians were, in the days of Trajan, subdued by the Romans, with whom they became intermixed, and are also called Roumi.
"But had it not been for you, I could have freed myself from them." "Without me you had been lost. Ten paces from where I stopped your horse, you would inevitably have been dashed to pieces by huge stones which they were preparing to throw down upon you from the rock." "And you did not desire my death?" "No, because it would have reflected dishonor on the Roumin name."
While the brave fought on the field of battle, you slaughtered their wives and children; while they risked their lives before the cannon's mouth you attacked the house of the sleepers and robbed and massacred the helpless and the innocent. Fall down on your knees and pray for your souls, for the angel of death stands over you, to blot out your memory from among the Roumin people!"
"What is going on here?" he repeated; and seizing the fainting girl in the arms of a Wallachian, he ordered him to lay her down. "She is one of our enemies," replied the savage insolently. "Silence, knave! Does one of the Roumin nation seek enemies in women? Lay her down instantly." "Not so, leader," interrupted Lupey; "our laws entitle us to a division of the spoil.
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