8/21 But presently he manned himself and hastened to untie the ropes that held the inanimate form on the horse's back. "In the skirmish at Felvincz, the Hungarians had one man killed, and he was the man. His horse carried him until I found him. You invited us to your wedding, and here we are. Now you may, if you wish, take me in and say to your guests, 'This is the daughter of that Ciprianu whose sons laid waste Sasd and Felvincz and killed Jonathan Adorjan.'" "Away, away!" stammered Blanka, waving her hand. |