Talabor had been hit he did not know how many times, but he had escaped without any serious wound, though he had lost a good deal of blood. Before going to his post on the wall, he paid a visit to the porter's room to have his hurts seen to, and when at last the porter's wife let him go, he was so bound up and bandaged as to be not unlike an Egyptian mummy.
By the time Moses came in to see Dora, she was utterly worn out.
"Where is Talabor?" she asked.
"On the castle wall," said the governor.
"Not wounded, is he?"
"I don't think so," was the answer. "At least, he said nothing about it."
"We must all watch to-night, Mr. Moses; I am afraid they may come back and bring more with them."
"My dear young lady," said Moses, "whether they do or not, this castle is no place for you now. It is only the mercy of God which has preserved you this time."
"But I must not stir from here until I hear from my father! Besides, where can I go? If the Tartars have discovered such an out-of-the-way place as this, the country must be swarming with them!"
"It was easy enough for them to find their way here," growled Moses, with sundry not too respectful expletives. "It was that good-for-nothing clerk, Libor, who brought them down on us."