‘Story from Vidra de sus, which accurately illustrates the way of speaking and thinking of the Moț people.’ (peoples of the Apuseni mountains)
‘I happened when it happened, once upon a time, long long ago, in the time of stories when emperor Minciros ruled, whose kingdom spanned the entire world.
n that time they say an old poor woman lived, poor, poorer than the cuckoo, in a village this way and around…in I don’t know where; this happened long ago and one man can become forgetful from his other concerns and troubles.
Maybe you’ve heard that last night my pigglet birthed a sow and my calf a cow. So you see, in man’s mind you stumble on thoughts upon thoughts and things upon things, so don’t be surprised when I tell that I’ve forgotten the name of that village.’
A poor woman was in great distress. She had a baby just a few months old, but the village priest refused to baptize him, without offering any explanation. One night, two strangers knocked at her door, asking for shelter. As tradition demanded, she welcomed them in and offered them food.
While they were eating, the men asked about the child’s name. The woman explained, embarrassed, that the priest had refused to baptize him. What she didn’t know was that her guests were none other than God and Saint Peter in disguise. Moved by compassion, they decided to baptize the child themselves. Saint Peter even gifted the boy a gun as a blessing.
Thanks to God’s grace, the child, now named Agheran, grew with astonishing speed:
“In one day, as others grow in two; in two days, as in nine; in nine, as in ninety.”
His mother beamed with pride. But one day, her joy turned to sorrow: Agheran announced he was leaving home. He packed some supplies, took the gun given by Saint Peter, and set off on his journey.