He left a daughter who thirsts for revenge." "Do you know her ?" "She is my sweetheart." "And have you picked out the village whose destruction is to be her bridal gift?
Which one is it ?" "I have told you already,--Toroczko." "But I say it shall be Torda!" cried a determined voice.
"I protest." "Let us draw lots to decide it." "Very well," assented Diurbanu, and, going to the altar on which stood the flickering candles, he wrote a name on each of two cards and threw the bits of pasteboard into his cap.

"Now who will draw ?" he asked; but no one volunteered.

"It must be an innocent hand that decides the fate of these two towns," continued Diurbanu.

"This little chap shall draw for us." "What, this innocent child decide which town shall be given over to fire and blood and pillage!" exclaimed the priest.

"An infernal contrivance of yours, Diurbanu!" But meantime the child had reached out a tiny hand and clutched at one of the cards, which it handed to the priest.
"Bring me one of the candles," bade the latter.
But no candle was necessary, for even as he spoke a flash of lightning penetrated to the remotest corner of the little church.