Czipra smiled.
Her eyes seemed to ask him, "Nothing has happened to you?"
The surgeon examined the wound, bandaged it and told the girl to be quiet, not to move or talk much.
"Is there any hope?" asked Lorand in a whisper.
"God and nature may help."
The doctor had to leave to look after the wounded robbers. Lorand and his uncle remained beside Czipra.
Lorand sat on the side of her bed and held her hand in his. The doctor had brought some cooling draught for her, which he gave the sufferer himself.
How Czipra blessed the knife that had given her that wound!
She alone knew how far it had penetrated.
The others thought such a narrow little wound was not enough to cut a life in two.