Two months afterwards, the sentence was executed to the great satisfaction of the men who thought that thus they were performing their duty.

Not being at peace in these mountains, she then fled with her two sons to a neighboring province, where they lived like wild beasts, hating and hated.

The elder of the two boys still remembered, even amid so much misery, the happiness of his infancy, so he became a tulisan as soon as he found himself strong enough.

Before long the bloody name of Balat spread from province to province, a terror to the people, because in his revenge he did everything with blood and fire.

The younger, who was by nature kind-hearted, resigned himself to his shameful fate along with his mother, and they lived on what the woods afforded, clothing themselves in the cast-off rags of travelers.