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
"It was for your safety, my brave, but rash, Conrin, that I forbade you
to accompany me on this expedition; and for my own sake also. For my
grief would have been, indeed, great, and I should never have ceased
blaming myself, had you fallen, or received any injury. Therefore, if
you love me, venture not again into such danger."
The boy burst into tears. "It would be my greatest joy to die at your
feet, if I thought you loved me as I would be loved!" exclaimed he
passionately. "And I am amply rewarded for all the horrors of this
scene, now that the moment has arrived in which I know that you are
safe."
"Boy, you will wear that gallant young spirit out, if you thus exert it
before its time. For my sake, if not for your own, play me not thus
false again," said Ivan. "And, now as a truant, I must return you to
your mistress."
"Am I then forgiven, Sir?" asked the boy.
"Yes, Conrin, yes, you are forgiven; and gladly, as you have not
suffered. But see, the chiefs are moving on, and I must join them."
The chiefs had been holding a consultation, in which it was agreed to
destroy the fort completely. Achmet Beg volunteering to remain with a
party of his followers, to superintend its entire demolition. The rest
quitted the fort, the drawbridge being lowered for their exit. They
were received with shouts of congratulation by the party outside the
walls, each man laden with the arms and other booty which they had found
in the fort, and carefully guarding the few prisoners they had taken.
A more mournful procession followed, conveying on quickly-formed biers,
the bodies of their slain comrades, the bearers changing, at intervals,
the triumphant songs of victory into cries of lamentation for their
early fate. The victorious little army first repaired to the secluded
vale where they had left their horses, their rifles, their cloaks, and
provisions, and where the last sad obsequies were to be performed to the
slain. But it was a consolation to all the true believers in Mahomet,
that, falling in defence of their country, their souls would find a
quick passage to Paradise. Short, consequently, was the burial service
of the brave warriors, though the grief of the survivors was not the
less for the friends who had fallen.
The chieftains, therefore, leaving a party to commit the bodies to their
last resting-place in that quiet spot, hastened back to defend the
passes of Ghelendjik, lest the garrison, taking advantage of the absence
of many of the inhabitants, should attempt to ravage the country.
Volume 2, Chapter XVII.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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