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Night of Terror As written by the Boyar Hyalm to King Matthias of Hungary, June 26th 1462:- “Know, oh King, that in the year of Our Lord 1462, my Prince Vlad Basarab III, known to the Turk as Kazikulu Bey, and to his people as The Son of the Dragon – Dracula – did many great and terrible things. After the failure of the Mantuan Crusade, the fall of Serbia and the capture and death of Mihály Szilágyi, the Sultan Mehemed II demanded of my Prince tribute and our best sons for castration and service as Janissaries. My Prince, true to his people, refused, and when the Turk dared to cross the Danube to seize our children, he had them impaled – a most astute and reasonable response. The Sultan then, finding that my Prince had entered alliance with your most noble Majesty, sent his lackey, Hamza Pasha, the Bey of Nicopolis, to treat with my Prince at Giurgiu. My Prince discovered that he was to be cruelly ambushed during this parley, and instead surprised the Turk and cut them down in the passes. Hamza was taken. He took Giurgiu by magnificent ruse – dressing as a Turk and demanding that the gates be open. He then brought sword and flame to the Turk in Wallachia and Bulgaria. Finding all his captains beaten, Mehemed at last roused himself, and gathering a vast army, came to our land to murder My Prince and enslave my People. My Prince called on all the common folk of Wallachia, and made his army of the people, for the people. He rallied them saying “Those who think of Death should not follow me”. Neither noble nor commoner faltered. As the Turk advanced, so my Prince withdrew, scorching the earth before them so that they would find neither food nor shelter. He took those with terrible illnesses, and dressing them as Turks, set them among the enemy. Thus did the Turk know the plaugue, and many fell.
At last, the Turk was before the
gates of my Princes capital, Târgovişte. My Prince, disguised again as a Turk,
went into their camp and found the Sultans tent. My prince split his army into
two, one under the Boyar Gales. We lit our torches. We fell upon the Turk in his
camp, screaming and killing. Great was the slaughter, we owned the night.
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