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
Along avenue of fine trees led up to the gate of the house, where the
aged Prince, clothed in a long robe and turban, (the garb of peace), was
standing to receive them, attended by his squire, armed more for state
than protection, and by his dependants and household serfs, who hastened
to take the horses of the chieftains, as they dismounted.
Folding Arslan Gherrei in his arms, "My noble kinsman," he said,
"welcome are you to my home, for gladly do my old eyes once more look on
you; and how did my heart beat with joy when I heard that you had
recovered your long lost son. Allah is great, who has shielded him from
so many perils in the land of the Giaour, to restore him once more to
your bosom. Is yonder noble youth he? Worthy he seems to be a
Circassian chief. Let me embrace him," he added, as Selem, dismounting
from his horse, advanced towards the old man.
"Come hither, my son, and let your father's oldest friend embrace you.
Ah! I see in his eye and bearing that he is worthy of you, Uzden. And
your other child? your daughter? Come hither, Ina; let my old eyes gaze
on thee, too. My own Zara will rejoice to see you. Go to her, Ina; she
longs to embrace you, but she fears to quit her anderoon before so many
strangers. Ah! my gallant friend, Hadji Guz Beg! rejoiced am I to see
the Lion of the Atteghei returned from his pilgrimage, to spread terror
among the hearts of the Urus. And you, Achmet Beg, and you, Alp, who
will one day be a hero like your father; and you, chieftains, welcome
all."
Thus he addressed them, as each chief advanced to pay his respects to
the old man. "My heart," exclaimed he, "has not beat so joyfully since
the cursed Urus slew the last prop of my age, my only son. Chieftains,
I have ordered a banquet to be prepared to do honour to your coming, and
it will soon be the hour for feasting."
Saying which, the venerable noble led the way to a grove of lofty trees
in the neighbourhood of the house, under which a fresh green arbour had
been erected by his retainers, forming a grateful shade from the yet
burning rays of the sun. Divans and carpets had been spread under the
leafy bower, the front of which opened on a gentle slope, falling to, a
green plot of turf, surrounded by groups of trees. Thither the chiefs
were ushered, and when all were seated, according to their rank, their
venerable host took his place among them.
Many of the neighbouring nobles had assembled to do honour to the guests
of their chief, their numerous attendants forming groups with the
villagers and retainers of the host collected before the arbour. The
Dehli Khans, or young men, amusing themselves in the mean time, in
various athletic sports.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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