So it is not strange that when Arpad, the Hungarian king came with his armies, he found us here. And when he reached our border, his conquests came to an end. And when the Hungarians left us, and sent their armies to the east, my family, the Szekelys, were called a part of the family of the rulers of Hungary. For centuries they trusted us to guard the frontier with Turkey.

Yes, and more than that, because guarding the frontier was an endless duty. As the Turks say, 'water sleeps, but the enemy does not.' No-one picked up the 'bloody sword,' more gladly than we did, and when the call came for soldiers, no-one came more quickly than us to join the army of the King.

That great shame of my nation was the defeat in Kosova, when the flags of the Wallach and the Magyar people went down in defeat beneath the Turkish crescent. When was the shame of that defeat wiped out? It was when one of my own family crossed the Danube and defeated the Turks in their own land. That man was a Dracula indeed!