'Neath the Hoof of the Tartar; Or, The Scourge of GodJósika, Miklós, báró
History
'Neath the Hoof of the Tartar; Or, The Scourge of God
Jósika, Miklós, báró
Hungary -- History -- Mongol Invasion, 1241-1242 -- Fiction
The general uncertainty began to tell upon the inhabitants of the
castle.
Gradually, one by one, the men of the garrison disappeared. If a man
were sent out hunting, or to gather what news he could in the
neighbourhood, he not seldom vanished. Whether he had deserted, or
whether he had been captured, who could say? In either case he might
bring the Mongols down upon them.
At last, when the number of fighting men was so diminished that it would
have been out of the question for them to offer any serious resistance,
disquieting events began to occur among the house-servants. One day two
of them were nowhere to be found! One was a turnkey of Master Peter's,
the other a maid-servant, a simple, country girl, whom no one would have
supposed capable of counting up to three!
These two had evidently not gone empty-handed, moreover, a few silver
plates and other light articles having vanished at the same time!
Neither of them had been sent out to reconnoitre; neither, least of all
the peasant girl, could have gone a-hunting. They had deserted, and they
had stolen anything they could lay hands on!
After this discovery Dora became every day more uneasy, feeling that the
danger from within might be as great as that from without.
Talabor kept his eye with redoubled vigilance upon those who were left,
but confidence was destroyed in all but one or two.
Early one morning it was found that the whole of the plate had
disappeared from the great dining hall. Every chest was empty, and no
one of the servants knew where the contents were. Talabor had spent an
entire night in carrying them away to a hiding place shown him by Master
Peter, a sort of well-like cavity in a cellar, of which he kept the key
always about him. He had been busy for days digging out the earth and
rubbish, without letting anyone, even the faithful Moses, know what he
was about; for, like many another sorrowful Magyar in those days, the
old man had of late been trying to drown his grief in wine, and Talabor
feared that his tongue might betray what his fidelity would have kept
secret.
All being ready, he carried down the silver from the chests in which it
had been locked, and finally removed from the shelves in the dining hall
even what had been in daily use. This done, he filled the pit with earth
again, and left no traces to indicate the hiding place of Master Peter's
treasure.
Libor, of course, was well aware of its existence, and Talabor sometimes
wondered whether he were intending to keep the knowledge of it to
himself, to be made use of later on, when the winter was over, and the
castle more easily reached. Be this as it might, neither he nor the
Mongols appeared again; and only once had Talabor encountered any in his
rides. So far as he could see and learn, the neighbourhood seemed to be
free of them; and still anxiety rather increased than diminished, as day
followed day without bringing any news to be relied on.
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