One day in the pavilion at Karakorum he asked
an officer of the Mongol guard what, in all the
world, could bring the greatest happiness.
"The open steppe, a clear day, and a swift horse
under you," responded the officer after a little
thought, "and a falcon on your on your wrist to
start up hares."
"Nay," responded the Khan, "to crush your enemies,
to see them fall at your feet -- to take their
horses and goods and hear the lamentation of
their women. That is best."
