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"And now, Fatia Negra," said old Onucz respectfully, "the moment has come in which you also must keep your word. Will you really take my daughter to wife?" "I will not see the light of day again until I have done so." "Will you swear to be her husband in the way you promised to swear?" "You shall hear me." "Then have I something else to say to you.
The parson, however, had quite a different opinion of the matter; he seemed to be more particularly informed. Although he opined Fatia Negra wandered through every corner of the kingdom, his abiding nest was in this district; he had a sweetheart here to whom he appeared periodically. "Why don't they seize him then?" asked Henrietta.
"It almost succeeded!" said the Roumanian girl impatiently, beginning her story at the end instead of at the beginning. "Only almost?" repeated the dissatisfied Henrietta. "So far the game is neither over nor lost." "Did Fatia Negra appear at the hut in the ice valley?"
At the very first onset Fatia Negra, the notorious, the practised, the invincible swordsman was disarmed by a young civilian who had never, perhaps, held a naked sword in his hand before and possessed no advantage over his opponent save the courage of an honest man as opposed to the effrontery of a malefactor a marvel indeed!
She was the widow of a Unitarian pastor, well to do, people said, and a large mining proprietor. Her nervous affection was due to a painful episode in her life. One night Fatia Negra and his band had broken into her house and played havoc there, and ever since she had been tremulous and easily terror-stricken.
Fatia Negra suddenly stopped short, waited till his adversary was close up to him and then shaking his fist at him sprang through the open window. Vamhidy did not hesitate a moment about following the adventurer into the house. He forced his way through the window and found himself in a dark corridor at the extreme end of which the footsteps of the hunted adventurer were still resounding.
"The crucifix struck me when I seized it, and struck me again when I put it down," whispered the girl; and as she said these words she was very pale. "And yet you did what I told you," said Fatia Negra, placing his hand on Anicza's shoulder. "You are a brave girl, and worthy of me." "Comrades!" the leader of the adventurers now cried with a thundrous voice, "come and listen to me!"
"I heard you sigh, sir, once or twice and I knew you were awake for I warned you beforehand to watch to-night he will be upon you." "Who?" "Who? Why Fatia Negra." "So you think he will be bold enough?" "I know that he is already on the way." "And where were you just now?" "I was working in the mill-ditch." "At night! What were you doing there?"
Then up Fatia Negra started to his feet again and fled away still further. The pursuer and the pursued now sped along with pretty equal energy, though the loss of blood continued to weaken the robber. Yet he made one desperate effort to scale the steep side of the mountain. An ordinary man could rarely breast such an ascent, yet he tried it.
And they had need to haste, for it was easy to foresee that as soon as the cry of victory behind their backs had changed into a cry of fury, it would be a sign that Fatia Negra's band was rushing after them.
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