"Who redeemed the great shame of my nation, the disgrace of Kosova, when the flags of the Vlachs and Magyars were humiliated in the dust in front of the Crescent? Who, if not a Voivode of my race, who in another and subsequent moment again brought and brought back his spears beyond of the great river, in the land of the Turks, which, once repelled by force, returned and returned, he alone escaping the bloody field where his troops had been slaughtered, knowing full well that he alone would triumph in the end? It is said that he thought only of himself. Bah! What good is an army of peasants without a leader? What good does a war do without a brain and a heart to direct it? And again: when after the Battle of Mohacs we freed ourselves from the Hungarian yoke, we of the blood of the Draculas were at the side of their leaders, because our spirit could not tolerate that we were not free ."