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
Azila, looking back for an instant, to see that Thaddeus followed, then
advanced at so rapid a pace, threading her way through the intricate
streets, that he could scarcely keep up without running. She crossed
the river by one of the bridges, and passed through several desolate
streets, where many of the houses had not yet been raised from their
ashes, hurrying on, till she arrived beneath the dark shadow of a broad
archway, and then paused.
Here she spoke to her companion, in a low earnest whisper: "I cannot
lead you further, but you must consent to remain here patiently, till
your assistance be called for, or until I return; as I now must hasten
to summon one of my tribe, who are in the neighbourhood, to aid in your
friend's escape. Wrap yourself closely in your cloak, and remain
concealed within this arch; keep your sword drawn for a sudden rescue,
for I have reason to suppose that your friend will be set upon by
assassins, as he passes near this spot. At all events, be cautious and
on the alert."
Gliding away noiselessly from the spot, she then left Thaddeus, who
forthwith retired into the darkest corner, effectually concealed from
any passer by, beneath the buttresses of the arch. He did not exactly
comprehend by what means his friend had exposed himself to the danger,
but it was sufficient for him to know that his aid was required, no
matter at what risk to himself; and he determined to abide the result,
whatever it might be.
He was doomed to keep a long watch; straining his eyes in endeavouring
to pierce through the gloom, and intently listening, to catch the sound
of any approaching footstep; when suddenly he heard the sound of voices
in muttered conference, apparently approaching the spot where he stood
concealed.
The arch, in which Azila had placed Thaddeus, was not the same in which
Groff had concealed himself, ere he perpetrated the murder of the young
Count Flatoff, but at a short distance from it. The former would not
have answered the assassin's purpose, being too far removed from the
lane Ivan usually passed by. This will account for Thaddeus now
remaining undisturbed in his concealment.
"Halt here, Kruntz," said one voice; "this is the spot, I know it well,
where I have seen this cursed youth pass so often, and I recommended our
noble master to wait here for him. Something has enraged the Count more
than ever against him, and he vows that he will not be content, until he
has passed his own sword through him. He'll make sure of him, I
warrant."
"More sure work than you did the other night, Groff," said Kruntz.
"What mean you?" replied Groff; "what work do you speak of?"
"What mean I! why the murder of Count Flatoff! Tush, tush! comrade,
think not to hide that from me, or fear that I would betray you. I
suspected that you had been about some dirty work, when you came in, and
I was not long in discovering the truth."
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