You shall have a thousand florins." "If you had promised me less I should have believed you sooner." "But I will pay you the money now.

Come, take me on your back and carry me away." "Where to ?" "Into the church yonder." The gipsy laughed aloud.

"First do your swearing out here, then," said he, "for no one may curse God in his house.

But what will you do in the church ?" "I will wait while you run to Gyertyamos and hire a carriage for me.

You shall have a thousand florins, the driver the same, and for every hour before sunrise that you accomplish your errand you shall receive an extra hundred." "You won't see the sun rise," muttered the fiddler to himself as he obeyed the other's directions.
The burden proved not too heavy for the little man's back; he could have carried him all the way to Gyertyamos, but the horse must obey his rider, so into the church he went with him.
"There, Manasseh," he cried, in triumph, "there's our man!" And he dropped his burden on the stone floor.
Diurbanu cried out with pain as he fell, then raised himself on one elbow and met Manasseh's gaze.
"Kill me and be done with it," he muttered, in sullen despair.
But Manasseh remained standing with folded arms before him.