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Updated: June 19, 2025
Prince Zilah was intimately acquainted with the Valla of whom Varhely spoke; he had been one of the witnesses of his marriage. Valla was a former minister of Manin; and, since the siege of Venice, he had lived partly in Paris and partly in Florence. He was a man for whom Andras Zilah had the greatest regard. "When do you go?" asked the Prince of Varhely. "In an hour.
Varhely and Valla crossed the garden, entered the house, and found themselves face to face with Menko. Varhely would scarcely have recognized him. The former graceful, elegant young man had suddenly aged: his hair was thin and gray upon the temples, and, instead of the carefully trained moustache of the embassy attache, a full beard now covered his emaciated cheeks.
After all, Varhely might, at this moment, be close to death; but, whatever might be the fate which awaited him at the end of his journey, he found the road very long and the engine very slow. At Venice he took a train which carried him through Lombardy into Tuscany; and at Florence he found Angelo Valla.
When they were within a quarter of a league of the mill, La Valla, who was in command of the expedition, made the woman give him all the necessary topographical information.
Angelo Valla was to give the signal to fire. He stood holding a white handkerchief in his outstretched hand, and with his eyes fixed upon the two adversaries, who were placed opposite each other, with their coats buttoned up to the chin, and their pistols held rigidly by their side. Varhely was as motionless as if made of granite. Menko smiled. "One! Two!" counted Valla.
We have also a memoir of him, attributed to Suetonius by some, but to Probus by Valla, which tells us that until middle life he practised declamation as an amateur, neither pleading at the bar nor opening a rhetorical school. We are informed also that under Domitian he wrote a satire on the pantomime Paris, which was so highly approved by his friends that he determined to give himself to poetry.
Angelo Valla was to give the signal to fire. He stood holding a white handkerchief in his outstretched hand, and with his eyes fixed upon the two adversaries, who were placed opposite each other, with their coats buttoned up to the chin, and their pistols held rigidly by their side. Varhely was as motionless as if made of granite. Menko smiled. "One! Two!" counted Valla.
Then she realized that wasn't necessarily the case; more likely it was only Valla's thoroughness, her reluctance to leave anything she thought important to only one group. Still, using Entos against a student showed her how seriously Valla regarded this; it was rather like using a blaster to eliminate an annoying insect.
The right is the right, I know; but leaden bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right, and " "Well," interrupted Yanski, "in case of the worst, you must charge yourself, my dear Valla, with informing the Prince how his old friend Yanski Varhely defended his honor and also tell him of the place where Count Menko may be found. I am going to attempt to avenge Zilah.
The right is the right, I know; but leaden bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right, and " "Well," interrupted Yanski, "in case of the worst, you must charge yourself, my dear Valla, with informing the Prince how his old friend Yanski Varhely defended his honor and also tell him of the place where Count Menko may be found. I am going to attempt to avenge Zilah.
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