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When you're hungry, ten hours are an eternity. But now it was 11 pm and I was close to Gabor's tent. He was still sitting in front of his tent, eating stuff and reading a book.
He closed the book, and some minutes later, he turned off the light. (After I had watched him undress to his underwear. . yummy. .) I waited about twenty minutes 'til he was asleep and entered the tent. I started looking around carefully. The tent was almost empty apart from Gabor's bed. But what was that? There was a bag lying under the bed. I got down on my knees and opened it, careful not to wake the sleeping man. Bingo! It was the food he was keeping! I took out some oranges and apples and stuffed it into my pocket. Damn! I had dropped a very big apple, which produced a muffled noise. But surely not loud enough to wake somebody up. I let my hand slip into the bag one more time. . And something took grip of my wrist!
"What have we here?" a squeaky and nasal voice asked.
Gabor sat up quickly.
"A little thief, huh? Come on, give it back to good old Beni!"
"Why should I? You stole it, too! It's not yours, anyway!"
"Well, I think I have to hurt you, then. ."
He pushed me to the floor. Dirty coward! He could only fight, when his opponent was on the floor already. Gabor swung back to kick me. Big mistake. Now I kicked him where it really hurt. He fell to the floor, with pain on his face.
"You bastard! I'll get you!" he moaned.
"And what will you do then?" I asked, as I got up.
I didn't wait for his answer. I ran out of the tent and tried to get away. But I didn't get far. Gabor caught up with me in no time and jumped on me. I tried to stand up, but he held my ankle. I turned on my back to see, what he was up to. He was panting and red with fury, as far as I could see in the dim light of the nearby campfire.
"Say your prayers!"
He took a small knife from his pocket and began crawling up to my throat. When he let go off my leg, I used the chance to roll him over, so that I was the one sitting on HIM. He lost his knife.
"Fattyù!" he cursed.
So he was actually Hungarian. He had just called me "bastard" How nice. . He still seemed to think I was a man, an easy mistake, since I was the only female legionnaire in the whole garrison and my cap hid my shoulder-length hair. My voice was also quite deep, so that people usually thought I was a man. But I really didn't want to tell Gabor, that he was mistaken. Most legionnaires hadn't seen a woman for ages, and so it was quite dangerous to reveal this fact to them. .
I was sitting on him, so that he couldn't get to his knife. But what now? Run away again? No, he would chase after me, and the game would go on. I also couldn't sit on him all night long. I could reach for the knife and kill the little rat, but a couple of old oranges weren't worth that. Suddenly I received a punch into my face and fell down. Next second Gabor was sitting on top of me, a sadistic smile on his lips.
"Looks as if the tables have turned!" Suddenly he sounded very confident. "Let's see what our little thief has stolen."
He reached into my pocket and took the fruits out of it.
"Well done! Unfortunately, you didn't succeed. .. Do you think I'll let go of you now?" he sneered.
"Err. . . Yes?"
"No!" he grinned and reached for the knife. "Don't worry it won't hurt. But maybe. . yeah, sorry, it probably will! I don't know, I never had the pleasure to die!" He put up that sadistic smile again.
He got careless when he praised himself. I used my chance again and pushed him off me. I had to kill him, it was the only way. He would kill me otherwise. I got up and tried to flee on more time. But of course, he pushed me down again, just when I reached the campfire. Again he was on top of me, this time not wasting time with sneering. He held the knife right to my throat.
"Now you'll pay for it, bastard!"
This time, I couldn't flee. He had pinned me to the ground and I couldn't move. I knew I would die, unless Gabor wasn't man enough to cut my throat. But his nasty smile told me, that he was brave enough for that. I closed my eyes for I didn't want my murderer's face to be the last thing, my eyes should see. . . . I waited for the cut, and the pain that would follow. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes again. Gabor was looking at me, confused. He took the knife away, lifted my head, and pulled my cap off. My hair appeared. Even more confused, he slid off my chest and opened the first buttons of my shirt.
"You. . You are a girl!" He seemed to be shocked by that fact.
"Yes, have I ever said something different?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I ran here, when you chased after me."
"No, I mean, what are you doing in the legion?"
"There's no law saying women can't join it. They just seldom do so."
He got off me. At last.
"A girl. Funny that I didn't notice. ." he muttered to himself.
I sat up. Obviously, he didn't want to kill me anymore.
"I'm sorry about the knife and stuff. I just don't like to be stolen from."
"According to O'Connell, you are familiar with stealing."
"O'Connell? You. . You know O'Connell?" he got nervous.
"Yes, you could say that he's a buddy of mine."
"A buddy?" he went even paler than he naturally was "Listen, I didn't want to kill you! I swear! I just wanted to scare you! Please, please don't tell O'Connell about it!"
"Well, O'Connell will surely want to know, how things turned out. And I'm a bad liar, especially when I'm hungry. ." Hi, hi. . gotcha!
"Oh no. here!" he gave me the fruits I had stolen from him "Here, take them! Take them! Just don't tell O'Connell!"
"OK, I'll do my best."
"Thanks! I'm going to bed now. It'll be a tough day tomorrow! So long, err. ."
"Jadviga. Known to everybody as "Jad"."
"Jadviga? Are you Hungarian?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Hungarian, too. My name is Beni. Beni Gabor. Oh, I have to go now, good night!"
He walked away and waved goodbye, as if we were old friends. I looked down at the fruits that were lying in front of me and smiled. Sometimes, O'Connell is really useful. .
When you're hungry, ten hours are an eternity. But now it was 11 pm and I was close to Gabor's tent. He was still sitting in front of his tent, eating stuff and reading a book.
He closed the book, and some minutes later, he turned off the light. (After I had watched him undress to his underwear. . yummy. .) I waited about twenty minutes 'til he was asleep and entered the tent. I started looking around carefully. The tent was almost empty apart from Gabor's bed. But what was that? There was a bag lying under the bed. I got down on my knees and opened it, careful not to wake the sleeping man. Bingo! It was the food he was keeping! I took out some oranges and apples and stuffed it into my pocket. Damn! I had dropped a very big apple, which produced a muffled noise. But surely not loud enough to wake somebody up. I let my hand slip into the bag one more time. . And something took grip of my wrist!
"What have we here?" a squeaky and nasal voice asked.
Gabor sat up quickly.
"A little thief, huh? Come on, give it back to good old Beni!"
"Why should I? You stole it, too! It's not yours, anyway!"
"Well, I think I have to hurt you, then. ."
He pushed me to the floor. Dirty coward! He could only fight, when his opponent was on the floor already. Gabor swung back to kick me. Big mistake. Now I kicked him where it really hurt. He fell to the floor, with pain on his face.
"You bastard! I'll get you!" he moaned.
"And what will you do then?" I asked, as I got up.
I didn't wait for his answer. I ran out of the tent and tried to get away. But I didn't get far. Gabor caught up with me in no time and jumped on me. I tried to stand up, but he held my ankle. I turned on my back to see, what he was up to. He was panting and red with fury, as far as I could see in the dim light of the nearby campfire.
"Say your prayers!"
He took a small knife from his pocket and began crawling up to my throat. When he let go off my leg, I used the chance to roll him over, so that I was the one sitting on HIM. He lost his knife.
"Fattyù!" he cursed.
So he was actually Hungarian. He had just called me "bastard" How nice. . He still seemed to think I was a man, an easy mistake, since I was the only female legionnaire in the whole garrison and my cap hid my shoulder-length hair. My voice was also quite deep, so that people usually thought I was a man. But I really didn't want to tell Gabor, that he was mistaken. Most legionnaires hadn't seen a woman for ages, and so it was quite dangerous to reveal this fact to them. .
I was sitting on him, so that he couldn't get to his knife. But what now? Run away again? No, he would chase after me, and the game would go on. I also couldn't sit on him all night long. I could reach for the knife and kill the little rat, but a couple of old oranges weren't worth that. Suddenly I received a punch into my face and fell down. Next second Gabor was sitting on top of me, a sadistic smile on his lips.
"Looks as if the tables have turned!" Suddenly he sounded very confident. "Let's see what our little thief has stolen."
He reached into my pocket and took the fruits out of it.
"Well done! Unfortunately, you didn't succeed. .. Do you think I'll let go of you now?" he sneered.
"Err. . . Yes?"
"No!" he grinned and reached for the knife. "Don't worry it won't hurt. But maybe. . yeah, sorry, it probably will! I don't know, I never had the pleasure to die!" He put up that sadistic smile again.
He got careless when he praised himself. I used my chance again and pushed him off me. I had to kill him, it was the only way. He would kill me otherwise. I got up and tried to flee on more time. But of course, he pushed me down again, just when I reached the campfire. Again he was on top of me, this time not wasting time with sneering. He held the knife right to my throat.
"Now you'll pay for it, bastard!"
This time, I couldn't flee. He had pinned me to the ground and I couldn't move. I knew I would die, unless Gabor wasn't man enough to cut my throat. But his nasty smile told me, that he was brave enough for that. I closed my eyes for I didn't want my murderer's face to be the last thing, my eyes should see. . . . I waited for the cut, and the pain that would follow. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes again. Gabor was looking at me, confused. He took the knife away, lifted my head, and pulled my cap off. My hair appeared. Even more confused, he slid off my chest and opened the first buttons of my shirt.
"You. . You are a girl!" He seemed to be shocked by that fact.
"Yes, have I ever said something different?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I ran here, when you chased after me."
"No, I mean, what are you doing in the legion?"
"There's no law saying women can't join it. They just seldom do so."
He got off me. At last.
"A girl. Funny that I didn't notice. ." he muttered to himself.
I sat up. Obviously, he didn't want to kill me anymore.
"I'm sorry about the knife and stuff. I just don't like to be stolen from."
"According to O'Connell, you are familiar with stealing."
"O'Connell? You. . You know O'Connell?" he got nervous.
"Yes, you could say that he's a buddy of mine."
"A buddy?" he went even paler than he naturally was "Listen, I didn't want to kill you! I swear! I just wanted to scare you! Please, please don't tell O'Connell about it!"
"Well, O'Connell will surely want to know, how things turned out. And I'm a bad liar, especially when I'm hungry. ." Hi, hi. . gotcha!
"Oh no. here!" he gave me the fruits I had stolen from him "Here, take them! Take them! Just don't tell O'Connell!"
"OK, I'll do my best."
"Thanks! I'm going to bed now. It'll be a tough day tomorrow! So long, err. ."
"Jadviga. Known to everybody as "Jad"."
"Jadviga? Are you Hungarian?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Hungarian, too. My name is Beni. Beni Gabor. Oh, I have to go now, good night!"
He walked away and waved goodbye, as if we were old friends. I looked down at the fruits that were lying in front of me and smiled. Sometimes, O'Connell is really useful. .