The wretched boyar yelled as loudly as possible, trying to protect himself, but how could his old hands shield him from the four strong arms that carried him? He tried to stand upon his feet, but they caught in the dead bodies of the victims and slipped upon the blood which had congealed upon the boards. As last his strength became exhausted, and the tyrant’s satellites carried him more dead than alive to the door of the courtyard, and thrust him out among the crowd.
The miserable boyar fell into the arms of the many-headed Hydra, which in a second tore him to pieces.
“See how Alexandru Voda rewards those who rob the land!” said the tyrant’s emissaries.
“Long live His Highness the Voda!” replied the crowd. And they dispersed, rejoicing over their victim.
While the unhappy Motzoc was being thus treated, Lapushneanu ordered that the table should be replaced, and the utensils collected; the heads of the murdered were then cut off, and the bodies thrown out of the window. After which, he took the heads and quietly and methodically set them in the middle of the table; he placed the less important boyars below, and the more important above, according to their family and rank, until he had made a pyramid of forty-seven heads, the top of which he crowned with the head of an important Logofat. Then after washing his hands, he went to a side door, withdrew the bolt and wooden bar which secured it, and entered the Princess’s apartment.
From the beginning of this tragedy, the Princess Rucsanda, ignorant of what was taking place, had been anxious. She did not understand the cause of the noise she heard, for, according to the custom of the time, women could not leave their apartment, and the servants could not risk going amongst soldiers of whose discipline they knew nothing. One among them, bolder than the others, had gone out, had heard it said that an attack had been made upon the Voda, and had carried these tidings to her mistress.
The gentle Princess was terrified, fearing the fury of the mob, and when Alexandru entered he found her praying before the Icon, with her children by her side.
“Ah,” she cried, “our Lady be praised that I see you again! I have been greatly frightened.”
“Wherefore? Because I promised I would prepare you a remedy for fear? Come with me, Madam.”
“But those cries, those shouts we heard?”