But three days later this same young man came to see the child whose rescue had filled him with such fury that he had lifted his hand with murderous intent against me, his anointed priest; and because the little boy cried for his lost blackbird, the young man went into the woods and caught another for him.

More than that, he would now gladly restore the boy's parents to him if he could.

Ever since I saved the little one's life he has clung to me and refused to be parted from me." The priest spoke in a tongue strange to the little boy, who consequently understood not a word of what was said, but went on with his innocent prattle and laughter.
"Comrades," resumed Diurbanu, addressing the group before him, "all this is wide of the mark.

We are in the midst of war, and in war-times the soldier must go whither he is sent." "Very well, Diurbanu," was the reply, "our soldiers will go whither they are sent.

The wind can direct the storm-cloud whither it shall go, but cannot compel it to flash lightning and hurl thunderbolts at command." "But I know one storm-cloud," rejoined Diurbanu, "that has not withheld its thunderbolts." "You mean Ciprianu and his men ?" "Yes." "But Ciprianu and both his sons are now fallen." "So much the better.