She will furnish them Wallachian peasant clothes, help them about their disguise, and, amidst the general confusion, bring them away with her, alive and unharmed, to St.George, so that you will have the pleasure of seeing Blanka Zboroy in my power.

Further details I will leave to your own imagination; and to enable you to pursue these pleasant fancies undisturbed I will now say good night." "Manasseh!" called a voice from the darkness, when Diurbanu had gone.
"Who calls?
Or is it only a rat ?" Manasseh had forgotten that his dungeon contained another prisoner beside himself.
"Yes, it's a rat," answered the voice.

"I heard my schoolmaster tell a story once about a lion that fell into a snare, and a mouse came and gnawed the ropes so as to set him free.

If you will bend down here I'll untie your knots with my teeth." Manasseh complied.

The gipsy had splendid teeth, and he bit and tugged at the knots until the prisoner's hands were free, and he felt himself another man altogether.
"Now pull this stake out from under my knees," directed the fiddler, whose hands were tied together and passed over his bent knees, where they were held fast by a stick of wood.