He gave another war-whoop, and turned to his friends, his tribemates, whose shadowy figures were crowding the narrow room. There was chiefly the red-faced warrior.
What was his name?
Oh, yes, he remembered—that was Jemchug the Tchuktche Chief to whom he had given as fief the Empire of Khorassan; and the other, he of the great thirst—why, it was Kublai Khan, his own brother—soon he would send him to the farthest East to conquer China and Japan—so, before the parting, once more a chant of triumph, brothers!
"From all the world men came and acknowledged me Master.
They came from the broad plains of the Danube and from China.
From golden Byzanze they came, and from the eternal city whose founders were suckled by a she-wolf.
Bringing presents they came, the many envoys.
But I spat my contempt into their faces.
For I am Genghis Khan!"Then he yelled as an afterthought:
"I am Tamerlane!
Also am I Attila, the Scourge of God!"
