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 room was vaulted, and lighted by a number of lamps, shedding a
bright glare on the various devices with which it was ornamented; but
Ivan was too much occupied and confused by the strange adventures he had
gone through to examine them. He had now banished all hesitation and
doubt, having once made the step from which there was no retracting, and
he stood with dilated eye, compressed lip, and determination on his
brow, boldly prepared to redeem, to the utmost, the pledge he had given.
He had not much time left for thought, when his friend, who had
conducted him to the place, entered, summoning him to follow, and led
the way down a flight of rude and broken steps, through a long passage,
ascending to a door, through which proceeded the sound of many voices.
He presently found himself in a rude, but large and vaulted apartment,
in the centre of which was placed a long table, surrounded by a number
of persons, who rose at his entrance, and he was desired to take a seat
by his guide, near the head of the table. As he gazed around him, he
recognised, to his astonishment, the faces of several nobles whom he had
met in the first circles of the society of Moscow, though, with the
greater number of persons present he was unacquainted.
The association comprised men of rank, fortune, and influence; military
officers; grave citizens, distinguished from the rest by their beards
and long coats; and even some who appeared to be lowly serfs. All
present wore an air of anxiety and eagerness on their countenances,
conversation being carried on in an undertone: meanwhile, several others
entered, and took their seats at the board. When all were seated, the
president of the meeting arose, and silence ensued. He was a man long
passed the prime of life, of a tall and commanding figure, whose
expansive forehead, piercing eye, and firm set lips, marked one fit to
command.
"Countrymen! Fellow Russians!" he cried, "the sacred cause of liberty
is advancing with rapid strides, and soon may we hope to see its
standard unfurled, and floating proudly in the face of our panic-struck
enemies. To those who have not yet had an opportunity of hearing our
ultimate ends and aims discussed, I now address myself.
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