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
The young envoy came, empowered to offer rich presents, which his
brother had prepared to her father, in the full confidence that his
magnificent overtures would be accepted; for who could doubt that the
suit of a powerful and youthful noble would be successful; one, whom a
thousand brave warriors obeyed, and followed to war, who possessed large
herds of cattle, flocks of sheep, fleet steeds, and rich armour.
Koros was, as we have said, a noble of a violent and revengeful
disposition; so that his brother, though he loved him, and was himself
equally brave, quailed beneath the fury of his overpowering anger; and
well he knew that a defeat in this affair, would raise it to the utmost.
On leaving the Uzden his thoughts were bent on vengeance, or on
accomplishing his object; and had it not been for the oath, which he,
with many other nobles had entered into, to refrain from all broils
amongst each other, on account of the impending danger of the country,
he would probably have determined to return immediately with a strong
body of his retainers, and carry off the unwilling girl by force. As it
was, the tumult of his feelings took away all his judgment, nor knew he
how to proceed; when his wily squire divining his thoughts, laid a plan
to which he had little doubt his master would accede. When the Khan
first drew rein, he began cautiously to unfold a stratagem, which he had
thought of, by which the wished for object might be obtained.
"Why does my young master thus give way to anger and despair, at the
folly of a wilful pale-faced girl? Why does he think, that it is
impossible to succeed in obeying the wishes of his noble brother? Are
there not yet many ways left to attain his object?"
"What mean you, Kiru? speak!" exclaimed the Khan. "To what do these
words you speak tend?"
"The chieftain Arslan Gherrei, and his fair daughter, with the few
retainers he has left, travel this way to-morrow, and will pass near the
Russian fort at Ghelendjik," answered the crafty counsellor. "Could not
then my master instigate the Russians to sally forth, from their
entrenchments, and capture the chieftain and his daughter, as they pass
by? They will give the lovely maiden as a reward to my master, that he
may take her to his brother, our chief, to make his home joyful with her
presence."
"What are these words, I hear?" exclaimed the young noble in an angry
tone, and frowning at the same time. "Would you have me turn traitor to
my country? Would you have me break my oath by dealings with the cursed
Urus. No, Kiru, no. Are they not my deadly foes? Have I not slain
them, as the mower sweeps down the ripe corn with his sickle? No, Kiru,
it cannot be."
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