“A very big sum! Any man who earned it would have been rich for life,” Magara replied. “But no-one would betray Alexius Vasilas. He has always been our true leader, our only hope for the future.”
“And now?” Theola asked.
“We are all very happy, Fräulein, but afraid – yes, afraid that we have not enough arms, enough guns with which to defend ourselves.”
FräuleinTheola did not speak and after a moment Magara said passionately,
“You will understand, Fräulein, we are very poor! We have no money! Pistols, bullets, muskets, gunpowder are expensive – very expensive! And yet, every year we have all of us given what we can afford.”
Fräulein“You mean you have collected for this for a long time?” Theola asked.
“For nine years, Fräulein. Ever since Alexius Vasilas came back to Kavõnia.”
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