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“Dare anyone still say it can?” asked Numa, with merciless rigor.

The Wallachians turned silently away.

“Put the horses immediately to the carriage; the girl must be placed in it, and brought to Topanfalvo. Whoever has the good fortune of winning her, has a right to receive her as I confide her to you; but if anyone of you should dare to offend her in the slightest degree, even by a look or a smile, remember this and take example from it,” continued the Decurio, pointing with his sword to the headless body of the young man. “And now you may go–destroy and pillage.”

At these words the band scattered right and left, the Decurio with the fainting girl, whom he lifted into the carriage and confided to some faithful retainers of the family, pointing out the road across the hills.

In half an hour the castle was in flames and the Wallachians, descending into the cellars, had knocked out the bottoms of the casks, and bathed in the sea of flowing wine and brandy, singing wild songs, while the fire burst from every window enveloping the blackened walls; after which the revelers departed, leaving their dead, and those who were too helplessly intoxicated to follow them.

Meanwhile they brought the young girl to the Decurio’s house, and as each man considered that he had an equal right to the prize, they kept a vigilant eye upon her, and none dared offend her so much as by a look.

When the Decurio arrived, they all crowded into the house with him, filling the rooms, as well as the entrance and porch.

Having laid out the spoil before them on the ground, the leader proceeded to divide it into equal shares, retaining for himself a portion of ten men, after which most of the band dispersed to their homes; but a good many remained, greedily eyeing their still unappropriated victim, who lay pale and motionless as the dead on the couch of lime-boughs where they had laid her.

“You are waiting, I suppose, to cast lots for the girl?” said Numa dryly.

“Certainly,” replied Lupey, with an insolent leer; “and his she will be who casts highest. If two, or ten, or twenty of us should cast the same, we have an equal right to her.”

“I tell you only one can have her,” interrupted Numa sternly.

“Then those who win must cast again among each other.”

“Casting the die will not do; we may throw all day long, and two may remain at the end.”

“Well, let us play cards for her.”

“I cannot allow that, the more cunning will deceive the simpler.”

“Well, write our names upon bricks, and throw them all into a barrel; and whichever name you draw will take away the girl.”

“I can say what name I please, for none of you can read.”

The Wallachian shook his head impatiently.

“Well, propose something yourself, Decurio.”

“I will. Let us try which of us can give the best proof of courage and daring; and whoever can do that, shall have the girl, for he best deserves her.”

“Well said!” cried the men unanimously. “Let us each relate what we have done, and then you can judge which among us is the boldest.”

“I killed the first Bardy in the court in sight of his family.”

“I broke in the door, when that terrible man was dashing down the iron on our heads.”

“But it was I who pierced his heart.”

“I mounted the stairs first.”

“I fought nearly half an hour with the noble in the cloth of gold.”

And thus they continued. Each man, according to his own account, was the first and the bravest–each had performed miracles of valor.

“You have all behaved with great daring, but it is impossible now to prove what has happened. The proof must be given here, by all of us together, before my eyes, indisputably.”

“Well, tell us how,” said Lupey impatiently, always fearing that the Decurio was going to deceive them.