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
"Yes, my brother!" rejoined the Hadji, "yes, Allah is merciful. I have
escaped all dangers, and my heart rejoices to see you still able to bear
arms against our foes; but say, my brother, how fares my son Alp, my
well-loved young son? Does the boy live? Does he still follow up the
early promise of his youth?"
"Your son, my brother, is well worthy of your name. He still dwells
with his Attalick; but being well skilled in all martial exercises, he
is now able to follow you to the field, and has already gained some
honour against the enemy. It will rejoice your heart to see him, and
you will seem to live your youth over again as you recognise yourself in
him."
"To Allah and his prophet be all praise," replied the Hadji, piously.
"Then am I content. But say, my brother, does my wife still live to
rejoice in the growing promise of our son?"
"Yes, yes, she still lives."
"Allah be praised!" again ejaculated the Hadji. "And say, does my
sister still live; does she also rejoice in the noble deeds of your
gallant sons? Are they yet numbered among the stern bulwarks of our
country? Do their steeds yet carry them like thunder-bolts against the
foe?"
The old warrior shook his head.
"Alas! my brother, the leaden death of the hated Urus [the name the
Circassians give to the Russians] have laid two in the graves of our
fathers, where they sleep the sleep of the brave; but the rest yet
remain to avenge their fate."
"God is great," answered the Hadji, "and by his prophet's help we will
yet take ample vengeance on their destroyers."
"Allah is merciful, and will give us blood for blood," replied the
other. "But think not that they died ere they had made their foes pay
dearly for their death. No, hundreds of the slavish Urus fell before
their conquering sabres; and in that thought, I cease to mourn, but yet
what are the lives of a thousand Urus to one true son of the Atteghei?"
"Bosh! as nothing. As chaff to corn, as dross to pure gold; but we will
avenge them brother," said the Hadji, grasping his sword. "My heart
will beat with joy, when I find myself once more among their ranks."
"That may soon be; for their ships, but a short time ago, landed a large
force on the coast to the north, who are yet shut up in their fort. But
say, who are these strangers who accompany you? What do they here?"
"In the first joyful moment of meeting you I thought not of them, but
will now attend to the duties of hospitality," And introducing Ivan, the
Hadji added, "I bring with me, one who is our countryman, my adopted
son, next to Alp in my love; regard him as such, for my sake."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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