Shortly afterwards he paid Ivan another visit. Great was the transformation in his outer man. The cherished beard was gone; he wore, instead of his caftan, the green uniform of a gunner; and he was already beginning to acquire the indefinable but unmistakable air of the trained soldier. “Only think, Barrinka,” he began eagerly;--“I am afraid you will not believe me, but I am ready to swear it is true upon the picture of my saint. Besides, all the men in our corps heard it, and can tell you I say nothing but the fact, just as it happened.” “But you have not yet told me what the fact is. What has happened to you, Michael?” “The Czar has spoken to me,” said Michael with beaming eyes--“the Czar, his very self.” “How?--when?--what did he say?” cried Ivan, now thoroughly excited. “He came to-day to inspect our corps--‘recruits for the artillery service,’ we are called. You will not need to be told that every man of us did his best, and that we made the air ring with our cheers and ‘houras.’ When the parade was over, I saw him speaking to our captain, who looked towards me, and then called me forward. ‘Your Imperial Majesty,’ says he, ‘this is the man.’ ‘Give me your hand, my brave lad,’ says the Czar, taking in his own this very hand of mine that you see now. ‘I know how you lost the other, and I honour your courage and devotion. You have been tried and found faithful.’ I fell on my knees and kissed the hand that held mine; which would be honour enough for such as _you_, Barrinka, not to speak of a poor mujik like me. Then he said to all of us, ‘You have done well, my children;’ and we answered with a shout, ‘Father, we will do better next time’[38] So he rode away,--God bless him!--and the rest all crowded round me, embraced me, and wished me joy. Now my one hand, which he has touched, is quite as good as two.” Ivan shared the joy of his humble friend. He himself was beginning to learn some lessons which were new and strange to him, and which perhaps the miseries he had witnessed and the sorrows he had experienced had been preparing him to receive. In the circles where he moved now there was no longer any scoffing at religion, but rather a devout and reverent acknowledgment of the hand of God. Most of the nobility were diligent in their attendance upon the church services; but some ladies, and a few men of the highest position, were spoken of in the hearing of Ivan as remarkably pious. Foremost amongst these were the Princess Metchersky and the Countess Tolstoi, Prince Alexander Galitzin, and the Sardinian ambassador De Maistre. No reproach was implied or intended; their piety seemed to be rather considered as a distinction, and it was usually added that they stood high in the imperial favour.