I have seen you rule, wasting the land for your cruel pleasure, turning the fertile fields into great parks for your game, leaving those who tilled them to starve upon the road or drown themselves in ditches for very misery.
And soon, soon I shall see you die in pain and blood, and then the chain will fall from the neck of this noble lady whom you revile, and another more worthy shall take your place and rear up children to fill your throne, and the land shall have rest again." Now I listened to these words--and none who did not hear them can guess the fearful bitterness with which they were spoken--expecting every moment that the Khan would draw the short sword at his side and cut the old man down.

But he did not; he cowered before him like a dog before some savage master, the weight of whose whip he knows.

Yes, answering nothing, he shrank into the corner and cowered there, while Simbri, taking Atene by the hand, went from the room.

At its massive, iron-bound door he turned and pointing to the crouching figure with his staff, said--"Khan Rassen, I raised you up, and now I cast you down.

Remember me when you lie dying--in blood and pain." Their footsteps died away, and the Khan crept from his corner, looking about him furtively.
"Have that Rat and the other gone ?" he asked of us, wiping his damp brow with his sleeve; and I saw that fear had sobered him and that for awhile the madness had left his eyes.
I answered that they had gone.
"You think me a coward," he went on passionately, "and it is true, I am afraid of him and her--as you, Yellow-beard, will be afraid when your turn comes.