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
"This only we know, Khan. On my head be it that I say truth," replied
the first speaker:
"The brother of the Khan parted from the Uzden Arslan Gherrei in anger,
that he would not let his daughter come to be queen of our chief's
anderoon. We then travelled towards the castle of the Urus at
Ghelendjik, where Besin Khan, taking with him only Kiru, ordered us to
proceed a day's journey, and then wait for him. For two days he came
not. We waited a third, and we then went to search for him. We heard
that there had been a bloody fight between some of the tribes on the
coast and the Urus, and we thought our young Khan would not have been
absent; but all, of whom we asked for news of him, turned aside, and
would not answer. We then went to the shore, where the combat took
place, and among heaps of the vile soldiers of the Urus, almost
destroyed by the birds of prey and wild beasts, we found the sabre,
which was our young master's, broken, and his iron cap and his corslet,
with a deep dent on its centre."
As he spoke, the horsemen opened their ranks, and discovered between
them, on a led horse, the shattered arms of Besin Khan.
"As Allah is great, Khan, this is all we know," added the man.
The rage of the chief seemed for a moment abated, by the shock he had
experienced at the account of his brother's too probable death. But it
as suddenly returned.
"What lies are those you speak, villains?" he exclaimed. "Is it the
custom of the chiefs of Abbaseik to leave their companion warriors when
slain on the field? Though he had not his own clansmen with him, think
you the other nobles would not have brought off his body were he slain?
No; those cannot be the arms of my brother. If you have lied, some of
you shall suffer for this. Follow me to my house. We will see, when
light is brought, if these are truly my brother's arms."
And turning his horse's head, he rode hastily homeward.
Throwing himself on a divan, in his principal apartment, followed by all
the newly-arrived troop, he caused torches to be brought, and the arms
to be placed before him. He examined them narrowly.
"Alas, my Khan!" said one of his attendants, "the hilt of this sabre I
know it too well. Often have I seen it in your noble brother's hand."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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