“I am the Viscount Radu Molasar. This region of Wallachia was once mine.” He was saying that he was a feudal lord of his time. “A boyar?” “Yes. One of the few who stayed with Vlad—the one they called Tepes, the Impaler—until his end outside Bucharest.” Even though he had expected such an answer, Cuza was still aghast. “That was in 1476! Almost five centuries ago! Are you that old?”
