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
"As certain as a man can be who knows their obstinacy, and the power of
long tradition. And who would wish to harm me now? My sister made much
for a time of her wrongs about the marriage portion; but her wicked
husband's public vaunt that he had slain our father, and my surrender of
all her share as soon as she was a widow, must have taken the sting from
that. And as for Rakhan, and his death, could she prefer a faithless
husband to her own twin brother?"
"Well, you know best, sir. But is there not a son of that same Prince
Rakhan, 'Hafer' you called him the other day, who may feel himself bound
by that fiendish law, even if his mother rejects it?"
"Yes, and I hope to introduce him to you. A young man of what you call a
rough and ready nature, the natural produce of a rugged land. Too
free-spoken perhaps, and apt to give offence to those who dislike strong
convictions. But I hear that among his own people he is beloved, and
admired beyond all example, for his justice, mildness, and unbounded
generosity. The Ossets are not what you have in this country, advanced
and experienced Christians. On the contrary, it is a painful fact that
the larger half are idolaters; and of them, and of the Christians too,
not one in ten is far off from a thief. This makes them thoroughly
worthy of the deepest British interest. In going round the globe so
much, you never care about any race that is beginning to get better.
Your own, for instance, is nothing to you. You can hope for the best
about them; and believe that the Lord, who governs the earth for the
benefit of the British race, will make it all right for the worst of
you. Upon that point you have no misgivings, any more than you have
about any others, when you feel yourselves summoned to improve the
world. But my duty is upon a very small scale, and is limited to my own
people."
Great as my reverence was for Sûr Imar, it was difficult not to suspect
that some adverse influence had been at work with him. Hitherto he had
always expressed a genial admiration of our race, which had produced on
my part a corresponding respect for his uncommon powers of insight and
freedom from foreign prejudice. "You have taken a turn against us," I
replied with some warmth, and looking at him as I had never looked
before; "time will show who is right, Sûr Imar."
"My young friend," he answered, "you are quite mistaken. I am not
leaving you through my own wish. Such quiet days I shall never know
again, and such kind respect for my privacy, even with ten feet of snow
round my walls. For the sake of my countrymen I must go. That I cannot
do much is quite certain; but I hope to start them on a better course.
For years, as you know, I have been preparing, and my first chance of
trying it is come at last. Am I likely to speak ungratefully of the only
land on the face of the earth that would receive me, without a thousand
mortifications and annoyances? Why, even your tax-collectors have been
civil."
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