"True, I had forgotten the soldiers. Where are those noble men now?"
"Half-way back to Slavitesti, excellency."
"And the muleteer?"
"Oh, my friends are warming his feet for him. We are not fond of
Greeks, here in the mountains, excellency."
Gavin started as the man spoke, for a wild shriek broke upon his ears
and becoming louder until it sounded like some supreme cry of human
agony, ended at last in a fearful sobbing, as it were the weeping of a
child in pain. When he dared to look, he saw the gypsies had dragged
the wretched Greek to the camp-fire and pouring oil from a can upon his
bare feet, they thrust them into the flames and held them there with
that utter indifference to human suffering which, above all others, is
the characteristic of the people of the Balkans. Worming in their
embrace, his eyes starting from his head, his voice paralyzed by the
fearful cries he raised, the wretched man suddenly fainted and lay
inanimate in the flame. Then, and not until then, they drew him back
and left him quivering upon the green grass.
"He was warned," the gypsy leader muttered sullenly; "he should have
known better."
But Arthur, showing Gavin his bleeding wrists, said with a shrug.
"I think very little of wisdom, Gavin."
The rope had cut the flesh almost to the bone in his efforts to go to
the help of the wretched Greek.
CHAPTER XXV
THE HOUSE ABOVE THE TORRENT
Some one upon the outskirts of the wood whistled softly and the gypsies
stood with ears intent listening, alarmed, to the signal. When it had
been twice repeated, they appeared to become more confident, and,
untethering their ponies, or calling, with low, whining voices, those
that grazed, they turned to their prisoners and bade them prepare to
march.
"To the Castle of Okna, excellency----"
A shout of laughter greeted the saying, and Gavin, had he been
credulous until this time, would have remained credulous no more. A
philosopher always, he shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the ropes
which bound him.
"I am no acrobat," he said; "I cannot ride with a rope about my legs."
"We are about to remove it, excellency. Be careful what you do--my men
are hasty. If you are wise, you will be followed by so many laughing
angels. If, however, we should find you obstinate, then,
excellency----"
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