Baron Sebastian von Trump
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5,524 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
Baron Sebastian von Trump’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I not only called Bulgar's attention to the fellow's actions, I warned him to be very watchful, but I also took the precaution to examine the priming of the brace of Spanish pistols which I carried thrust into my belt.
We had scarcely pulled out into the highway when a low growl from Bulgar aroused me from a fit of meditation, and
And this growl was followed by such an anxious whine from my four footed brother, as he raised his speaking eyes to me, that I glanced hastily from one side of the road to the other.
Lo and behold, the treacherous Ivan was deliberately engaged in an attempt to overturn the Torontas and to get rid of his enforced task of transporting us any farther on our journey.
Wretch, I cried, springing up and laying my hand on his shoulder, I perceive very plainly what thou hast in mind, but I warn thee most solemnly that if thou makest another attempt to overturn thy wagon, I'll slay thee where thou sittest.
For only answer, and with a lightning like quickness he struck a backhand blow at me with the loaded end of his whipstock.
It took me full in the right temple, and sent me to the bottom of the Tarantus like a piece of lead.
For an instant the terrible blow robbed me of my senses, but then I saw that the cowardly villain had turned in his seat and had swung the heavy handled whip aloft, with intent to dispatch me with a second and surer blow.
Poor fool, he reckoned without his host, for with a shriek of rage Bulgar leaped at his throat like a stone from a catapult, and struck his teeth deep into the fellow's flesh.
He roared with agony and attempted to shake off this unexpected foe, but in vain.
By this time I had come to a full realizing sense of the terrible danger Bulgar and I were both in, for Ivan had dropped his whip and was reaching for his sheath knife.
But he never gripped it, for a well aimed shot from one of my pistols struck him in the forearm, for I had no wish to take the man's life, and broke it.
The shock and pain so paralyzed him that he fell over against the dashboard, half in a faint, and then rolled completely out of the wagon, dragging Bulgar with him.
The horses now began to rear and plunge.
I saw no more.
There was a noise, as of the roar of angry waters in my ears, and then the light of life went out of my eyes entirely.
I had swooned, dead away.
It seemed to me hours that I lay there on my back in the bottom of the Tarantas, with my head hanging over the side, but of course it was only minutes.
I was aroused by a prickling sensation on my left cheek.
And as I slowly came to myself I discovered that it proceeded from the gravel thrown up against it by one of the front wheels of the Trantas, for the horses were galloping along at the top of their speed, and there on the driver's seat sat my faithful Bulgar, the reins in his teeth, bracing himself so as to keep them taut over the horses' backs, and as I sat up and pressed my hand against my poor hurt head, the whole truth broke upon me.
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