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
"His dark look showed me that there was something to be met, and,
leaping to my feet, I beheld a company of horsemen advancing towards us
by the road upon our left. They broke through the drifts by twos and
threes, which was all that the track in its widest parts admitted; but
the one who rode first rode singly, and he was a big man, stern and
swarthy. The slope they were descending showed us a score of men,
well-armed, behind him.
"'Behold they are too many for us! Let us fly up the other road.' Stepan
loosed the horses as he spoke. 'They will kill my lord, and then where
is our revenge?'
"'What matters my life to me? Whoever they are, I will not fly. But why
should they desire to kill us, Stepan? They look not like bandits; and
they are not Russians.'
"'Nay, but they are worse than either. They are Ossets of the Karai
Khokh, who go either side of the mountains. Their Chief is dead, and
they are Rakhan's children now. Rakhan rides first in this handful.'
"'Rakhan shall have speech with me,' I spoke, with the heart of my
spirit rising, as the Lord has granted it to rise when He has beaten
down the body. 'Rakhan is welcome! I will salute him.'
"The man had been out of my sight so long (not only because of my
service with Shamyl, but through his own avoidance of me) that I did not
know his face for certain till I met his eyes. Then I felt sure what my
duty was; as God himself ordained it, when He made man to be true to
woman, and woman true to man, and their children to spring of their own
loins,--there was no choice left me but to slay this man, or be slain by
him.
"Having this within my mind, and being calmer than I can be now in
looking back upon it, I stood across the narrow track, and took the
horse that Rakhan rode by the head, and gazed at Rakhan. He was amazed
at first, and the colour of his great black eyes turned paler, and he
fumbled for a pistol, without daring to take his gaze from mine. I would
not speak, but I struck his hand up with a flip of mine. The lips that
had sullied my dear wife's should have no sort of speech with mine. He
tried to regard me humorously, as a man who thinks woman his slave
blinks eye, when the question is about her; but the sparkle of his gaze
died under mine, like an ember with the sun on it.
"'Get off thy horse, Prince Rakhan,' Stepan shouted, with his big arm
laid across. 'The time hath come for man to man, instead of lying with
another man's wife.'
"Rakhan made pretence to smile, and to leap from horseback lightly.
'What a stir to make about a light-of-love! Fool that knows not what a
woman is! Stand back, my sons; this is not for you.'
"The Ossets took their orders gladly. Every savage man loves to see a
fight. They leaped from their horses, and squatted in the snow, and
filled their pipes, and kindled them.
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