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
He was flying on, a sort of brute instinct guiding his way, when he was
called to his senses, by the loud challenge of a sentry from some
government building. In a moment, he was again himself, the bold,
careless ruffian; he answered calmly to the challenge, and was allowed
to proceed onward; he drew his cloak closely around him, and walked
towards the palace of his master, with a steady step; but it still
required some exertion over his nerves, to prevent himself from rushing
onward at his former pace.
At length he reached the palace, and knocked at a side door, where
Kruntz was in waiting for him. His fellow ruffian started, as holding
up a light, he caught sight of his pale, haggard cheek, his starting
eye, and the dark red stains with which, as his cloak fell off, his
dress was besmeared.
"What work hast thou been about now, Groff?" asked the man, "thou
look'st like some wandering ghost."
"A butcher's!" answered Groff, in a thick husky voice; "but ask me no
questions. Where is our lord? I must see him directly; I have matters
of importance to communicate."
"Would'st go to him in that pretty guise, friend?" said Kruntz; "truly
it would please him much to see thee thus. Look at thyself in a glass,
man, and thou would'st not much admire thine own countenance; if thou
didst look always thus, thou would'st have but poor chance with the fair
damsels thou seekest to captivate, and even men would be apt to shun thy
company. I, for one, should not much like to be as near thee always as
I now am. Get thee in, man, and change thy draggled garments."
"Aye, I forgot me," answered Groff. "Say not a word, Kruntz, nor rouse
the other knaves. I'll go change these wet garments, and then present
me to our Lord; here, give me thy lamp."
Thus saying, Groff seized the lamp from Kruntz's hand, and turned the
light away from himself. "Go, tell the Count, that I have returned and
will give my news, when I am fit to appear before him."
While Kruntz went to report the return of Groff, the assassin hastened
to throw off his blood-stained garments, which he carefully tied up in a
bundle, and hid them away together with his dagger; then having washed
all stains from his cheeks and hands, he presented himself before the
Count Erintoff.
He entered the room abruptly. "The deed is done which you required," he
said; "to-morrow morning the whole city will ring with it, and I may
then claim my reward. I made sure work, and the youth will never more
stand in your way."
"Good," answered the Count, "you shall have your reward. Come to-morrow
to claim it."
"It is well and hardly earned, let me say; and here is something that I
found in the breast of the youth; these papers may give you some
information," said Groff.
"Let me have them," said the Count. "Is this all you found upon him,
knave, eh?"
"Nothing farther; I stayed not to search him," answered the ruffian.
"Well, well, it matters not," said the Count; "leave me, I will examine
these papers."
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