He then rose, his eyes darting fire, and, shaking his terrible fist, he cried, in a voice hoarse with rage:  “Czine mintye!"[11]

In a few hours, the Wallachians had assembled before the Decurio’s house.  They were about fifty or sixty, all wild, fearful-looking men.

Numa covered the two heads with a cloth, and laid them on the bed, after which he opened the door.

Lupey entered last.

“Lock the door,” said Numa, when they were all in; “we must not be interrupted;” and, making them stand in a circle, he looked around at them all, one by one.

“Are you all here?” he asked at last.

“Not one is absent.”

“Do you consider yourselves all equally deserving of sharing the booty?”

“All of us.”

“It was you,” he continued to Lupey, “who struck down the old man?”

“It was.”

“And you who pierced the magnate with a spike?”

“You are right, leader.”

“And you really killed all the women in the castle?” turning to a third.

“With my own hand.”

“And one and all of you can boast of having massacred, and plundered, and set on fire?”

“All! all!” they cried, striking their breasts.

“Do not lie before Heaven.  See! your wives are listening at the window to what you say, and will betray you if you do not speak the truth.”

“We speak the truth!”

“It is well!” said the leader, as he calmly approached the bed; and, seating himself on it, uncovered the two heads and placed them on his knee.  “Where did you put their bodies?” he asked.

“We cut them in pieces and strewed them on the highroad.”

There was a short silence.  Numa’s breathing became more and more oppressed, and his large chest heaved convulsively.  “Have you prayed yet?” he asked in an altered voice.

“Not yet, leader.  What should we pray for?” said Lupey.

“Fall down on your knees and pray, for this is the last morning which will dawn on any of you again.”

“Are you in your senses, leader?  What are you going to do?”

“I am going to purge the Roumin nation of a set of ruthless murderers and brigands.  Miserable wretches; instead of glory, you have brought dishonor and disgrace upon our arms wherever you have appeared.  While the brave fought on the field of battle, you slaughtered their wives and children; while they risked their lives before the cannon’s mouth you attacked the house of the sleepers and robbed and massacred the helpless and the innocent.  Fall down on your knees and pray for your souls, for the angel of death stands over you, to blot out your memory from among the Roumin people!”

The last words were pronounced in a fearful tone.  Numa was no longer the cold unmoved statue he had hitherto appeared, he was like a fiery genius of wrath, whose very breath was destruction.

The Wallachians fell upon their knees in silent awe, while the women who had been standing outside, rushed shrieking down the rocks.