Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"This exhortation was of no effect. Amazement and terror quite overcame
their natural discretion, and we found it impossible to parley with
them. So great was the outcry that we stood aghast, till those faithful
Cossacks came running, or rather staggering to the rescue, which
restored our power of action. We bound them in couples to convenient
trees with some ropes we had brought for the purpose; and then as the
ladies still declined to join us, we wrapped all the most important of
them in their cloaks, and placed them on our horses. In this they
assisted us to some extent, by kindly disclosing the rank of each other.
Thus we obtained all who were of any value from a financial point of
view, twenty-two of sterling substance; and at their entreaty and
assurance of amendment we took a domestic for each of them, and turned
our horses' heads towards the glen where the vehicles awaited us.
"My instructions were to leave no room for doubt as to our possession of
six Princesses, whose names I will not give, because most of them, I
trust, are still alive, and none the worse for their captivity. Enough
that they were of exalted rank, and in command--as the Russian ladies
contrive to be--of the Commanders of the army opposed to us. Therefore,
before we started, I stood upon the terrace in front of the tents, with
our horses pawing the turf, which was almost a novel treat to them, and
the white moon making a picture of us. And there with great deference
and courtesy, I called over from the list provided me the names of their
incomparable Highnesses, the Princess O----, and the Princess D----,
&c.; and each of them made answer according to temperament, and sense of
resignation to the will of Heaven. Then I gave the word to start, and
remained the last, to bring up the rear as in duty I was bound.
"But suddenly a slender and timid figure came gliding, as if in the
haste of despair, from the shadow of a tent, and stood close to me. It
was the lovely maiden in the silver-pink attire, and she drew her veil
partly aside, and glanced in the clear moonlight at my face, and then
dropped her dark eyes, and then lifted them again with quivering tears
like a suppliant--'Oh, Captain, am I to be left behind?'
"'Lady, have no fear,' I said very gently, and half afraid to look again
at her; 'you shall not be left unguarded. But tell me who you are, the
fairest and the youngest of so many.'
"'Alas, sir, I am not worth money now,' she answered with her white
hands clasped together; 'there is none of my race to pay ransom now.
There is not even a wealthy friend, to help, or to shelter Oria.'
"'The Princess Oria, the lily-bud of Kajori, the last of the Royal House
of Georgia, to which the race of Rurik is a mushroom! Princess Oria, I
do you homage.'
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