The King looked at Katar, and then said, "That is my horse Katar."

I will have Katar shot to-morrow.

Katar did not return to the fairies' country, but stayed always with the young prince, and never left him.

When it was midnight, she went to the King's horse called Katar, who was very wicked, and quite untameable.

An assortment of swords, longknives, katars and other more fantastically bladed weapons had gone over the cliff never to be seen again.