Mircea Veroiu: Wounded by Love of Life Page #3

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Izedin-bey, you're getting younger

and a smoother talker by the years.

What am I to understand

from this visit?

Aren't you happy

with my father's answer?

We'll receive the answer in two days.

To be honest with you,

your great father,

may Allah bless him,

appeared to me weak and tired.

We always thought that you were

the best to rule the country.

The closest to us.

Although...

My friend, am I to understand

that if I'm in need of some council

or some help,

maybe a little army or a dagger,

can I count on you?

Anytime.

Now is the best time.

Allow me to step back.

My master is anxious.

Did you hear that?

They're ready to help me

kill my father and my brother,

for the throne that I deserve.

It appears that the Turks

don't like Mihail too much.

Vlad!

Help!

What's that?

A child!

I'm drowning!

- Slow down!

- Help!

Give me your hand!

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

If I had a few more months...

The helmet!

I'll teach him.

- That horse is a beast.

- It's a gift from His Highness.

Careful!

Your Highness...

Out of the way!

Hold it!

Goddamn horse!

Out of the way!

Mihail...

It's a gift from me.

An Arab merchant once told me

that out of all the animals,

the horse feels the man the best.

It knows if that man

is courageous or coward,

good or evil.

Or if he has hidden thoughts.

God have mercy on us!

Your Highness!

What?

May I speak to you?

- Did you bring the news?

- From prince Vlad.

- Your Highness!

- Relax!

- Come with me!

- Yes, Your Majesty.

Make way!

You dog!

Tell me who took the child!

Or won't you?

Tell me!

Vlad!

Vlad!

Vlad!

My son...

How can this be?

Why did he ran away from home?

- Who told you the Turks have him?

- Izedin.

He sent word that Vladut

is kept by Mehmet.

He's waiting for me

on the other shore.

You two, come with me!

Give me that!

- Your Majesty...

- You stay here!

I swear on the Koran that right now

are heads aren't worth a dime.

- Why did you do this?

- Tell them we're Mircea's envoys.

- What if someone recognizes you?

- How's the child?

He's fine.

He's the sultan's guest.

Tell me...

- It's true that you took Vlad?

- Me?

Yes, I did.

I wanted you to accept

Mehmet's offer.

Mircea, I was by your side,

I helped you try to give the throne

to Musa, his brother.

We couldn't do it.

We weren't lucky.

Not me, not you, not poor Musa.

If I don't hand you over to him,

it's my head.

- You're scared, lzedin. Sell me!

- Yes, I'm scared.

Your courage is crazy!

But it's not too late.

Have it your way.

Follow me!

This may be my last craziness.

If he asks, I'll tell him it's you.

If not, I'll keep my mouth shut.

- I won't help you in other way.

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