'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
"Why didn't you say so before?" muttered Moses to himself; and then, as
if annoyed that his master should have thought it necessary to give
private instructions to any but himself, in the event of such an
unforeseen emergency as the present, he called down to Libor, "It is
quite true! I asked you for a token myself just now, for I have had my
instructions too."
"I'll show it as soon as we are in the castle," returned Libor.
"Treachery!" said Talabor, addressing Dora. "The castle is strong, and
it will be difficult to attack it. We will answer for that! Don't have
any anxiety about anything, dear young lady; but hasten back to your own
rooms and don't risk your precious life, for I expect the dance will
begin directly."
Talabor's manly self-possession had reassured her, and she looked at
him with animation equal to his own; then, not wishing to wound the
feelings of the governor, she shook him by the hand for the first time
in her life, saying, "Moses, _deák_! if they should really attack us, I
trust entirely to you and Mr. Talabor. And, now, everyone to his post! I
am not a Szirmay for nothing! and I know how to behave, if the home of
my ancestors is attacked!"
And having hurriedly uttered these words, Dora withdrew.
"Very well then, as you please!" shouted Libor furiously. "Hungarian
dogs! you shall get what you have earned!"
With that he turned his horse's head, and not long after the whole body
of mounted men had reached the open space fronting the gate.
"Hungarian dogs!" thundered the governor, "then the rascally whelp can
actually slander his own race!"
A few moments more, and not only the horsemen who wore the Hungarian
costume, but also a hundred or so of filthy, monkey-faced Mongols on
foot, were all assembled before the castle, these latter having climbed
the rocks as if they had been so many wild cats. It was easy to see at
once that they were not Hungarians.
"Yes! Hungarian dogs, that's what you are!" shouted Libor, "and I am a
Knéz of his Highness, the Grand Khan Oktai, and I shall spit every man
of you!"
So saying, he hurried away, and was lost in the throng.
CHAPTER XII.
DEFENDING THE CASTLE.
A few moments later the small garrison of brave men were all on the
walls, and so placed behind the breastwork as to be almost invisible
from below.
All stood motionless; not an arrow was discharged, not a stone hurled.
The castle was to all appearance dead.
All at once there was a terrific roar from the enemy, which awoke
countless echoes among the rocks. But it was no battle-cry of the
Tartars or Mongols, for they rush to the fray in silence, without
uttering a sound. This was like the wild yell of all sorts of people, a
mixture of howls and cries, almost more like those of wild animals than
of human beings.
Dora, who at that moment had stepped out into the balcony, shuddered at
the sound. The howls and screams of fury were positive torture to her
ears, and thrilled her through and through.
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