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
So regardless was he of all around him, that he did not observe the
glance with which his youthful follower, who had silently and unobserved
entered the apartment, regarded him. The boy stood rivetted to the
ground as he first caught sight of his master in his new costume; and
had Ivan wished to know what effect he was likely to produce on others,
he might have looked into the countenance of his page, when his vanity
would have been fully satisfied.
Neither spoke for some time; but when Ivan at last perceived the youth,
"Ah! Conrin," he cried, "are you come to welcome your master in the
free garb of the mountains? Rejoice with me, that I no longer feel
myself a slave and an alien in a land of tyranny; henceforward you will
follow the fortunes of one determined to rise above the frowns of fate.
Are you still resolved, boy, to share all the dangers and hardships I
must encounter, to receive alone the slender reward I may be able to
offer? Will you now quit me?"
"Oh, speak not thus, Sir," replied the boy; "where you go I will
willingly follow, through all dangers, all hardships, even to death:
that I may be only near you, to warn you of any threatened harm I may
discover, is the utmost reward I seek for my poor services. To nurse
you when wounded, to cheer your couch when you might be left to the
heartless care of strangers, will be my anxious task. To accompany you
on your excursions--to follow you to the field--to fight by your side--
to shield your life, will be my greatest happiness."
Carried away by his feelings, the boy clasped his hands with energy as
he spoke; but in a moment he stopped in confusion, as if he had
expressed more than he had intended.
Ivan looked at him with astonishment. "You are indeed a noble, gallant
youth," said he, "though you claim not high birth or descent; I am happy
in finding so faithful and true a friend. I could not, if I wished it
now, send you back to your country, and much it would grieve my heart to
part from you; but I will protect you while I live and have an arm to
wield my sword. Wherever I go, you shall accompany me; but I fear that
you will be exposed to many perils in my sendee; for, believe me, the
enemies of my country will not be driven from their attempt, without a
fierce and desperate struggle; and it may yet be many years before they
are free."
"Oh, Sir, you know not the happiness your words cause in my breast,"
answered Conrin. "With you I shall laugh at all dangers and
difficulties, and fear nothing that can happen to me."
"I know your regard, my good boy. Now, leave me to myself. I would be
alone, to meditate on my undertaking. A few days more will carry us to
those shores whence I wish never to return."
As the page withdrew, he cast a glance of affection at his master, and
Ivan sunk again into the train of thought from which he had been
aroused.
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