Baron Sebastian von Trump
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
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The moment Ivan had struck the ground, Bulgar had released his hold on the fellow's throat, and ere he had had a chance to revive, he had leaped up into the driver's seat and
and catching up the reins in his teeth, had drawn them taut and thus put an end to the rearing and plunging of the frightened beast, and started them on their way, leaving the enraged Ivan brandishing his knife and uttering imprecations upon mine and Bulgars' heads as he saw his horses and wagon disappear in the distance.
Now was it that a mad shouting assailed my ears, and I caught a glimpse of half a dozen peasants, who, seeing this, as they thought empty Tarantus come nearer and nearer, with its galloping horses, had abandoned their work and rushed out to intercept it.
Judge of their amazement, dear friends, as their eyes fell upon the calm and skillful driver, bracing himself on the front seat.
And with oft repeated backward tosses of his head, urging those horses to bear his beloved master farther and farther away from the treacherous Ivan's sheath knife.
As the peasant seized the animals by the heads and brought them to a standstill, I staggered to my feet and threw my arms around my dear Bulgar.
He was more than pleased with what he had done, and licked my bruised brow with many a piteous moan.
Saint Nicholas save us cried one of the peasants, devoutly making the sign of the cross, but if I should live long enough to fill the giant's well with pebbles, I never would expect to see the likes of this again.
Giants well, the giants well, I murmured to myself as I followed one of the peasants to his cot, standing a little back from the highway, for I stood sore in need of rest after the terrible experience I had just had.
The blow of Ivan's whip handle had jarred my brain.
And I was skilled enough in surgery to know that the hurt called for immediate attention.
As good luck would have it, I found beneath the peasant's roof one of those old women, half witches, perhaps, who have recipes for everything and who know an herb for every ailment.
After she had examined the cut made by the loaded whip handle, she muttered out It is not as broad as the mountain nor as deep as the giant's well, but it's bad enough, little master.
The giant's well again, thought I, as they laid me down on the best bed they could make up for me.
I wonder where it may be, that giant's well, and how deep it is, and who drinks the water that is drawn from it.
End of Chapter three
Chapter four
My wound heals, Juliana talks about the giant's well.
I resolve to visit it.
Preparations to ascend the mountains what happened to Yuliana and to me, reflection and then action, how I contrived to continue the ascent without Yuliana for a guide.
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