'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
This was how the proclamation ran: "Fear not the savage fury of the
dogs! and do not dare to fly from your homes. We were somewhat over
hasty indeed in abandoning the camp and our tents, but by the mercy of
God we hope to renew the war valiantly before long, and to regain all
that we have lost. Pray diligently therefore to the all-merciful God
that He may grant us the heads of our enemies."
There was nothing of the Mongol about this, and any lingering doubts
were, dispelled by the sight of the King's seal. The result was what the
Mongols hoped for. In places which had not yet been harried and ravaged
the population remained, while many refugees returned to their farms.
"But the traitor!" interrupted Orsolya, "what of him? Where is he? If
there is such a thing as justice----"
"He was made one of the hundred chief magistrates," said Father Roger
quietly, "and one day when he was in Nagyvárad, after my return, he
recognised me and offered to take me into his service. He could protect
me better, he said."
"But his name! Who is he? One ought to know who are traitors! Where had
you known him before?" persisted Orsolya.
"At Master Stephen Szirmay's! He was one of his pages. His name was
Libor."
Dora and Talabor both uttered an exclamation.
"He lived with my nephew Stephen! and he could turn traitor!" cried Aunt
Orsolya in horror.
"Yes, dear lady, he was not the only Magyar to do so! But there were not
many, no! indeed there were not many."
"And why couldn't they have died, every one of them!" cried Orsolya,
impetuously.
"Ah! who knows?" said Father Roger gently. "Who knows? But he did not
think matters would go as far as they did; no, I am sure he did not!"
It was not in Father Roger's nature to think the worst of any, still
less of one to whom he owed his life, and he knew nothing of the attack
on Master Peter's house or of the despicable part which Libor had played
with regard to Dora, or he would have spoken less leniently.
Libor had "climbed the cucumber-tree" to some purpose; and this last
service rendered to the Khan had won for him the praise of Batu and all
the chiefs, who called him one of themselves. He had reached the
pinnacle of greatness, his fortune was made.
The Hungarian prisoners came to him for his advice and assistance, and
Libor always received them with the kindly condescension of a great
man, and was always ready with fair words and empty assurances to allay
their fears.
Late in the autumn, and without any previous intimation to anyone, came
an order to Libor and all the other chief magistrates that they were to
assemble on a certain day at various appointed spots, each at the head
of the entire population for which he was responsible. They were to come
with their old and with their young, and they were to be provided with
presents for the Khan.
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