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
"Seeing his servants hastily advancing, I struggled in his grasp, and
managed by a sudden effort to break from his hold; when darting along
the road, without once looking back, I reached the camp, panting and
breathless. This outrage remained concealed within my own bosom, for I
well knew that the least hint would cause many to take more than ample
revenge for the insult I had received. Having sustained no actual
injury, and trusting that he would desist from any further persecution
of me, I was unwilling to bring any of my tribe into danger, by
interfering with so powerful an adversary.
"Alas! I was doomed to be too soon again exposed to his vile projects!
This morning, I had gone forth from the camp with Aza, Lina, and other
of our maidens, accompanied by many of the children, to enjoy our
pastime in the woods, when in the midst of our sport, after chasing each
other among the trees, I became separated from the rest. I heard the
laughter of my companions as they retreated, but owing to the closeness
of the trees, I could not distinguish their figures; at that moment, a
cry was raised by the children, that they had seen a stranger in the
wood. I hurried away as rapidly as possible to rejoin the party, when
on a sudden, I was seized by two men, who had sprung from a neighbouring
thicket. In an instant, before I could recover from the alarm of their
assault, they threw a handkerchief over my head, to prevent me from
crying for assistance. Notwithstanding my utmost resistance, they bore
me roughly forward, until they reached another thicket; when the
handkerchief being partly withdrawn from my eyes, I beheld a man on
horseback, whose features were shrouded in his large cloak, attended by
another holding the rein of a led horse. They endeavoured to persuade
me to mount it, but I resolutely refused to stir from the spot; nothing
they said could induce me, when the cloaked horseman losing patience at
the delay, seized me round the waist, placed me on the saddle before
him, and bidding one of his followers mount the led horse, bore me off
at fall speed. Catching a glimpse of my captor's countenance, to my
horror I discovered that I was in the power of the Count Erintoff. The
dreadful recollection now flashed across my mind, that we were in the
neighbourhood of one of his estates; and I exerted my utmost strength to
escape from his grasp, careless of falling to the ground in the attempt;
but he held me firmly, protesting, that he loved me to distraction, and
that nothing mortal should deliver me from him; while he threatened
deadly vengeance against any who should dare to make the attempt.
"I could only vent my anger and terror in loud cries for assistance,
having succeeded in withdrawing the bandage from my mouth, nor could he
replace it, though the advantage offered me but slender hopes of my
cries being heard.
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