The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"At this time of the year," said the Zingani chief, "thousands of
pilgrims flock from all parts of the empire, to what they
superstitiously call their holy city of Chioff, and I propose that you
should first repair thither with Javis, who is intimately acquainted
with every part of the country, as your guide, both of you disguised as
peasants performing the pilgrimage, for which I have provided every
thing necessary. Should you, by any chance, be again followed, among
the vast crowds who are now assembling at Chioff, you will find more
facilities for preventing all clue of your route being discovered.
After you have passed through the city, you and your guide may assume
the character of pilgrims, returning from thence, towards their
habitations on the confines of the country. I have sent forward a
messenger to some friends of our people, who are now near the place
where you will find the least danger in crossing the frontiers into
Moldavia, to which Javis will lead you; and our people there, will
afford you assistance should you require it. I must now ride forward to
select a spot for our encampment; I wish to keep as much as possible
concealed from all passers by, for we know not who may prove an enemy
among them." Saying which, the Gipsy chief rode on.
We must observe that the Zingani party had been travelling as much as
practicable across the country, keeping all the bye roads and lanes, and
avoiding all communications with the villages, near which they were at
times obliged to pass.
As they journeyed on, Ivan rode up to the side of Azila, for the maiden
seemed sad and dispirited. After some other conversation--
"You go, Sir," said she, "amid scenes of excitement and of wild strife,
where all your thoughts and hopes are centered, and where you will soon
forget those you leave behind, those who would have died to serve you;
but believe me, there is one who will never forget your aid, nor your
bravery in her defence; who--"
"Neither can I ever forget one to whom I owe my life and liberty," he
exclaimed; "nay, much more: who will have enabled me to fulfil, I hope,
a deep sworn vow, the accomplishment of which I have so rashly
hazarded."
Their conversation was here interrupted by the return of the Zingani
chief, who rode to Ivan's side.
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