"A few thousand bread eaters the less!" exclaimed Batu, in high good humour, "and if my orders are as well carried out in other parts of the country as they have been by you, Libor, my faithful Knéz, there won't be many left to share the rich harvest and vintage with us." Libor said nothing, for his lips were twitching and quivering convulsively. "By the way, Libor," the Khan went on pleasantly, "it has just struck me, what present have you yourself brought, my faithful servant?" "All that I possess belongs to your Highness, mighty Khan," said Libor, trembling. "Excellent man!" replied Batu, and turning to one of the chiefs standing by, he addressed him in particular, saying gently, "See now, and take example by this excellent man, who has made me a present of all that he has!" The chief to whom these words were spoken cast a furious glance at the favourite. "All you possess is mine, eh, Libor?" Batu went on, "all, even your life, isn't it?" Libor bowed. "Oh, how faithful he is!" exclaimed the Khan, addressing the same chief as before, and speaking in the same good-natured tone. "I know the loyalty of this trusty Knéz of ours is a thorn in your eyes! and I know that there are some of you daring enough even to have doubts of his splendid fidelity and obedience! Wretches, take example by Libor the Knéz!" So saying, the Khan rose from his seat, and cried in a loud, shrill voice, "Take this devoted servant and hang him on the tree yonder opposite my tent!" If a thunder-bolt had fallen at his feet Libor could not have been more terror-stricken. He threw himself on his face before the Khan, but his voice was strangled in his throat, and he could not utter a word; all that he was able to do was to wring his hands, and raise them imploringly towards his awful master. And the Khan--burst into a loud fit of laughter! Another moment and Libor the favourite, the envied--whom the other chiefs were ready enough to speed upon his way--Libor was hanging to a lofty willow-tree and tossing to and fro in the stormy wind. Batu Khan presented one of Libor's horses--a lame one--to Bajdár; and the rest of the ex-favourite's very considerable property he kept for himself. (Bajdár, it may be remembered, though, of course, neither Father Roger nor Talabor were aware of the fact, had been of the party which had attacked Master Peter's house, and we may readily guess how he had earned this handsome reward.) Orsolya gave a sigh of satisfaction as Father Roger finished his story. "There is one traitor less in the world," said she, "and he might think himself lucky that he was only hanged! It was an easy death compared with many!" And she said the same thing, yet more emphatically, when she heard from Dora and Talabor of their experiences at the hands of the Magyar-Tartar-Knéz.