“Now,” said the city clerk to Trino, “you will receive the two hundred ducats reward for the capture of Nicodemus.”
Trino started in surprise. Quickly he looked across at Stana, who blushed to the ears, and who wished to run away.
“Wait! Where are you going?” called Zivko, who was still by the hearth and had overheard the village clerk’s words. “Will you desert my house like this?”
Day was coming. They tied the robbers still more securely. Brandy was brought in and Trino and Zivko kept embracing each other.
And Stana?
She was waiting like a child who cries for a plaything, and then at length gets it. Her cheeks were like ripe peaches, and laughingly she turned her eyes from time to time upon Zivko.
On the day of the Assumption of the Virgin, I saw in the market square, Trino and Zivko, Stana and her mother. Stana wore the headdress of married women.
I met there, too, the head man of the village. I remembered the adventure and said to him:
