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
When his appetite was at length thoroughly satisfied, he pushed the
empty dish from before him, with a sigh, and took another long and
steady draught from the jug of quass. He then resigned himself to the
enjoyment of his sensations of satisfaction, when his eye-lids began to
fall; re-opening slightly, they closed again, his head nodded for a
minute, when he shook it to rouse himself, but it soon again fell slowly
down, and he dropped fast asleep, resting his arms and shoulders on the
table.
Some time had elapsed, when he was aroused by the entrance of two men,
who seated themselves close to him, one of them pushing rudely against
him as he took his seat at the table. The movement made Karl raise his
head, and seeing two serving men in the liveries apparently of a
nobleman, he endeavoured, for the sake of good fellowship, to join in
their conversation; but he found it impossible to sustain his head
without the support of the table. He listened, however, for some time
to what they were saying, till their words grew indistinct and
meaningless to his comprehension, and Karl sunk again into sleep.
"Well," said one of the new-comers, "this is a pretty business we've
been engaged in. First, the certainty of being knocked on the head by
the Gipsies, had they caught us, of which there was every risk; then,
the very clear reality of finding ourselves knocked down by two wild
horsemen, who seemed to have risen out of the forest, for no other
purpose than to interfere where they had no business; and then, because
we could not prevent their getting up to the Count, when we did our
best, to be rewarded with a thrashing and a load of abuse; and finally,
to be sent, with our broken heads, scampering across the country to look
after these gentlemen. And after all, what is the cause of all this
fuss?--a woman--a girl--a piece of painted flesh! a baggage, no better
than those who go singing about the streets of Moscow. So coy and
modest too! Why the Count is mad to make such a disturbance about her.
It makes me thirsty to think of it--hand the quass, Kruntz."
"You may well say that," answered his companion, "for I never saw our
master in such a taking before. He swears he will have deadly vengeance
against those who prevented him from carrying off the girl; and he says
that he should know them again, whether he met them in this world or the
next. I don't think he has much chance of meeting them in a better
place, do you, Groff?"
"No, no," answered the first speaker; "our master has played too many
odd tricks on earth for that. He may know them, perhaps, for he had
time to see their faces; but it is too hard of him to expect that we
should; for I could have sworn, when they came so suddenly upon us, that
they were the wild horsemen of the woods."
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