'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
Early one morning Dora sent for Talabor, who went expecting merely some
fresh suggestion or order; but he had no sooner entered the room than
she met him, and without any sort of preliminary, exclaimed, in a
somewhat agitated voice, "Talabor! you are loyal to us, and to me, I
know you are! aren't you? You would do anything for me? I am sure you
would!"
Talabor fell upon one knee, and with glowing countenance raised his hand
to heaven, by way of answer. His heart swelled within him, and just then
he felt strong enough for anything.
"Good Talabor, I believe you," said Dora; "but get up and listen to what
I want to say. I am only a woman, and perhaps I give myself credit for
more courage than I really have; but one thing I know, I have a strong
will, and I have made up my mind. I mean to go and find the King and my
father!"
"What!" exclaimed Talabor, almost petrified by the mere idea of so
daring a step. "Master Peter--we don't even know whether----"
"He is alive!" interrupted Dora very decidedly.
"But the King! whether it is true or not, who can say? But so far as I
can gather he seems to be in Dalmatia, and the Tartars are pursuing him.
The country may still be full of them, for anything I know; and you mean
to run such a frightful risk as this would be? Dear mistress----"
"I do mean, Talabor!" said Dora, "I do mean; for it seems to me that I
may have worse to face if I stay here; and what is more, I can't do any
good by staying. I can't in the least help those who would, I know, lay
down their lives for me. Did not you yourself say, months ago, that this
place was not safe?"
"True, but then things were not as they are now, and I was thinking of
some safer refuge, not of a perilous winter journey. We will defend
ourselves to the last, and now that we are free of traitors, we shall be
stronger than before."
"To the last, you say? Then the last person would be myself, and I
should be left to die by torture or to become the slave of some Mongol
scoundrel! No, Talabor! if I could protect those who have been faithful
and devoted to me, if I could even protect those who have deceived me,
robbed me and deserted me so disgracefully, I would stay, but my
presence here does no one any good."
"And," Dora continued, after a moment's pause, "the fact is we are
living over a volcano, for who can answer for it that none of those who
have stayed behind are traitors, and what of those who are gone? Why
then, should you wish to stay?"
Dora had taken to "theeing and thouing" Talabor, ever since the time of
danger and anxiety which they had passed through together. It showed him
that she had confidence in him; but he, of course, continued to address
her in the third person.
"Because," replied the young man in a firm voice, "I can put down any
mischief that may raise its head here; and because, dear lady, if there
is any danger of your being attacked here in the castle, the dangers
outside in the open are a thousand times more serious."
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