The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia — John Shaqi
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
"During one of my last visits to Moscow, when our encampment was formed
in its vicinity, I one day joined a party of the daughters of another
tribe of our people, to one of whom I had matters to communicate. They
were dancing and singing in the public gardens to crowds of admiring
citizens, who were enjoying their evening's recreation after the toils
of the day. As we moved from place to place, I observed a person
intently observing me, who I fancied had, during the day, been watching
and following me; and him I now distinguished from the crowd by his
handsome dress, and the disdain with which he regarded all around him.
As I moved on with my companions he still followed us, till at length
weary, doubtless, of viewing the same dances, and hearing the same
songs, he disappeared from the gardens, and I then concluded that I had
been mistaken in my suspicions. The evening was far advanced when,
having parted from my companions, I set out alone to return to the
encampment, and in seeking to reach it by a shorter path, I found myself
in a secluded walk. Hastening along, I was suddenly confronted by a
stranger whom I immediately recognised as the same, who had previously
watched my movements in the gardens. As I endeavoured to pass him
unnoticed, he seized my arm with a rude grasp, and exclaimed:
"`Ah! have I at last found you, my fair damsel, for whom I have been
searching so many long days? Often have I seen you, but until now never
gained an opportunity of declaring my sentiments. I am the Count
Erintoff! My carriage is waiting near, and will soon transport you
beyond the reach of those who have interested motives in detaining you
among them.'
"I cannot repeat all the arguments he used to persuade me to accompany
him, or the terms of flattery and base offers he made. I treated them
all with the disdain they deserved. When he pronounced his name, I
recollected that I had heard he was notorious for many vices, even among
those of his own rank, with whom virtue is too seldom practised, or
prized.
"`Unhand me, Sir,' I exclaimed; `I will no longer listen to you, but
would pursue my way to my friends.'
"`Ah, my scornful beauty,' he answered with a laugh, `not so fast I pray
you; if prayers avail not, I must e'en use gentle force to compel you to
accept advantages you would so foolishly reject; though not for the
universe would I injure you. Here, knaves!' summoning to the spot by
their various names, some of the vile assistants in his crimes.
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