Horea Page #5

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Closca, I, Horea! '

What do you have to say?

These simpletons think that if they

deny everything...

We're wasting our time, Excellency!

It was a spontaneous riot!

Spontaneous, your Excellency? Do you

think the army,

with all its admirable organization

would have succeeded in conquering

such a territory in two weeks alone,

without a well-laid plan,

without connections kept secret

for years? This is what we have to find.

Simpletons? Excellency, do know

Horea's proclamation?

The bold philosophers in Paris whose

brochures are being burnt

demand the nobles be gentler

to their subjects.

This naive Horea demands the

nobles perish.

Maybe the proclamation was dictated

to him by one of his mysterious

inspirers.

Bring in the noble Kendi Sandor.

Forgive me, noble Count! I'm a poet.

As Prometheus

chained to hard and merciless rock,

I suffer for a

blame that is not mine.

Only my hand wrote the

thought of the fierce rebel!

I'm afraid his Excellency, the General

is too tired to enjoy these...

harmonious verses.

Describe the circumstances in which

Horea

issued the ultimatum proclamation of

November 11 th.

You were there, you wrote it.

Scripta manent.

In heavy chains he dragged me

on his horse,

this Rex Daciae of the rebelled

plebeians.

Excellency, he treated me kind.

As peasants treat their sowing

instruments,

I being necessary to them

as a... writing instrument.

Horea was and was not present.

As a violent blizzard born

from an abyss,

he crossed the mountains and the

hidden valley...

We cannot establish where was Horea

and what he did during the riots!

What his captains did!

The Abrud was the target of the bloody

passion that lead the crowds

with spears and thousands of scythes

that shone in the night.

Crisan rode with a merciless sword,

slaying the nobles around.

My beloved sons, the Lord showed his

will in the Holy Scripture,

commanding 'Thou shall not kill,

thou shall not steal'

as well as teaching us to love our

enemies...

God commands only us, the peasants, to

love them, but not to the nobles!

Die, you hypocrite!

They come to us with the Ten

Commandments,

what do you bring us?

Dear and respected lord Crisan, we,

the landowners in Transylvania...

...Plead you to spare the Abrud from

pillage,

for we'll pay you in gold, as

much as you want!

You worms, the money you tempt us with

are our strength!

- We don't need it!

- What is that you want the? What?

We want to do away with you!

Take them to Abrud!

Let Horea try them!

Captain, you leave us defenseless in

front of these fierce animals,

more fierce than vandals?

My orders are to defend the mines and

that it what I'll do!

But what about us, our women,

our children?!

I have no orders concerning this!

So it's true that this slaughter is going

on with the emperor's

express or tacit compliance!

Count, my instructions don't allow me

to draw such conclusions!

Gentlemen, I advise to keep hidden!

Where should we hide, captain? We have

wives and children!

The wrath of these people is terrible,

but short.

The exasperation of centuries makes

them cruel for just a few days.

The proud flower of nobility stood

helpless!

Oh, wild blaze, peasants everywhere

gathered!

Hatred, as a storm, ravaged everything

in its way!

Oh, poor flower of nobility!

I'll take you to the nobles' hiding,

brothers! Follow me!

Hungarians, yes, Hungarians started

persecuting their Hungarian brothers

and give them over to the

to the fury of the rebels!

The nobles see the mines for

themselves now!

No, no, spare me, no, don't kill me!

Let me, let me!

Sequitur superbus ulturat urga Deus.

The god of vengeance seeks

out the arrogant.

Great noble, this God not only sought

them out, but reached them.

They were forced to convert.

Do you or do you not swear to convert

to serfdom?

We swear, we swear, we swear!

Then, come here.

Now, what shall we call him?

What? lon.

What will we call him now?

lon!

Now, you are called lon.

Here are your papers,

you are to dress in peasants' clothes

and hang a white towel on your gates!

What will we call her?

Ana!

Now she is Ana!

Your papers! Isn't she pretty?

That moment, fate turned around

its way!

03:
04

Fatam viam inveniat!

As your Excellency knows,

there were 50 peasants executed in

Deva under lege statario.

Do you know the names of those

who formed

this illegal and unconscious

tribunal?

We were unable to identify them,

your Excellency!

A knight comes riding a furious horse,

an angel's face but bloody

was his soul!

What are doing? Are you baptizing the?

See here how they baptize us!

They're slaughtering us like cattle in

Deva and stick our heads on poles!

Then Horea appeared!

You who were nobles, what is it that

you want of me?

Life, spare our lives!

No, no!

Let no Hungarian go unpunished!

Irimia, you are drunk and stupid!

He's Hungarian too!

And what about me?

My name is Cionkasz Fary.

Well, father, these are people,

not landowners!

And him, damn his soul,

he's Romanian and he's a noble!

Cretu Gavrila is his name?

What shall we do with him?

Horea, I reckon we kill him!

And him? He's Romanian! He is Maties

from Carpinis, and he's a serf,

but wants to be a noble!

What shall we do with him?

Take him away!

Horea had a strange nobility,

not of rank and not of power,

but of a sort of blind justice!

He commanded that I be brought forth

and dictated to me:

'Write this down, Alexandru Candea!

Today, November the 11 th, 1784.

One. Let the nobles of the county and

their children swear by the cross!

We swear! We swear! We swear!

Wait and see what is that

you'll swear...

Swear to set serfs free!

Two.

There are to be no more nobles,

everyone should work however they

can and earn their living from it!

Three.

Let the wealthy nobles forever leave

their lands and their properties

be divided among peasants according

to the emperor's command

which is soon to come!

Horea! Horea! Long live Horea!

And you, a noble, even captive, wrote

down these monstrous ideas.

Your Excellency, my hand was but a

tool

moving on the white sheet by

the crowd's fury.

Alright, you may leave.

You are dismissed.

Excellency, Excellency, my respects...

Excellency, this riot was not

spontaneous and these ideas, I fear,

have not been broken by the bullets

you fired at the heads in which they

were born.

Excellency, the third leader has been

apprehended, Crisan.

The good news is

brought by father Moise from Carpinici,

who most contributed to his capture.

Your highness, I humbly present myself

as Moise, llie Moise from Carpinici.

Palida morseque pulsat pauperum

tavernas regum vetures.

...expressing the opinions of the

radical wing

that predominates France's rulers,

brother Brissot intends to issue an

open letter addressed to the emperor.

Our Ambassador, brother Mercy

provided us with some excerpts:

'Each time power is avert from the

purpose of government

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