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; Ivan Ogareff had spoken with great
i animation. His emotion bore testimony
■ to the extreme importance he attached
| to the possession of this letter. San-
| garre was not at all troubled with the
! persistency of the fresh inquiry,
i “I am not deceived. Ivan,” she an-
j sweretl.
“But, Sangarre, there are at the camp
hold the first place in his heart, were ] several thousand prisoners, and you
**lt TS my son,", answered aiarra suo-
goff; “it is Michael Strogoff, and you
see that I do not take one step toward
him. Follow my example.”
Michael Strogoff had just experienced
one of the most violent emotions which
it is ever given to man to feel. His
mother and Nadia were there. Those
two prisoners, each of whom seemed to
“Of duty in reality, of imperious
duty,” said the old Siberian, “of that
kind for which a person sacrifices ev
erything, for the accomplishment of
which he would deny himself every
thing, even the joy of coming to give
a kiss, the last perhaps, to his old moth
er. All that you do not know, Nadia,
all that I did not know myself at this
moment 1 know. You have made me
understand all. But the light which
you have thrown into the deepest dark
ness of my heart, that light, alas, I
may not cause to enter your own. The
secret of my son, Nadia, since he has
not told it to you, I must keep for him.
Forgive me. Nadia. The good deed you
have done me I cannot return to you.”
“Mother, I ask nothing from you,”
answered Nadia.
All was thus explained to the old Si
berian. all, even the inexplicable con
duct of her son with regard to herself
in the inn at Omsk in presence of the
witnesses of their meeting. There was
.no doubt that the young girl’s compan
ion was Michael Strogoff and that a
secret mission, some important dis
patch to be carried across the invaded
country, obliged him to conceal his
quality of the czar’s courier.
“Ah, my brave boy!” thought Marfa.
“No, I will not betray you, and tortures
shall not wrest from me the avowal
that it was you whom I saw at Omsk.”
Marfa could with a word have paid
Nadia for all her devotion to her. She
could have told her that her compan
ion, Nicholas Korpanoff. or. rather, Mi
chael Strogoff, had not perished in the
waters of the Irtish, since it was some
days after that incident that she had
met him, that she had spoken to him.
But she restrained herself, she was si
lent and contented herself with saying:
“Hope, my child. Misfortune will
not overwhelm you. You will see your
father again. I feel it. And perhaps
he who gave you the name of sister is
not dead. God cannot have allowed
your brave companion to perish. Hope,
my child, hope. Do as I do. The
mourning which I wear is not yet for
my son.”
Such was now the situation cf Marfa
Strogoff and Nadia toward each other.
The old Siberian had understood all,
and if the young girl was ignorant
of the fact that her companion so
much regretted still, lived she knew at |
least the relationship which lie held j
toward nor whom she had made her
mother, and she thanked God for hav- J
ing given her that joy and pleasure
thus to be able to replace at the side
of the prisoner that son whom she had
lost.
But that which neither the one nor
the other could know was that Michael
Strogoff, taken at Kalyvan, was one of
the same convoy and was bound like
themselves for Tomsk.
t on doth of August to
ward evening, t lie convoy reached the
little town of Zabedeiro, some thirty
versts from Tomsk. At this place the
route again lay aiong the course of the
Tom.
All this night the prisoners were to
camp on the banks of the Tom. The
emir, in fact, had deferred until (lie
next day the entry of his troops into
Tomsk. It had been decided that a
military display should lqark the in
auguration of the Tartar headquarters
i there joined with him in one common
misfortune. Did Nadia know who he
j was? No, for he had seen the gesture
j of Marfa Strogoff holding her back at
the moment she was about to rush upon
him. Marfa Strogoff had understood
all and kept her secret.
Michael Strogoff could then hope that
this fresh and unexpected meeting at
the camp of Zabedeiro would have no
injurious consequences neither for his
mother nor for himself, but he did
not know that certain particulars of
that scene, rapidly as it had passed,
had been gained by Sangarre, the spy
of Ivan Ogareff.
Tiie gypsy was there, a few paces
from the bank, watching as ever the
old Siberian, without her suspecting it.
She had not been able to perceive Mi-
sav you do not know Michael Stro
goff?”
“No,” answered the gypsy, whose
face lighted up with a savage joy. “I
indeed do not know him. but his moth
er does. Ivan, we must force the moth
er to speak.”
“Tomorrow she shall speak!” said
Ogareff.
At this moment sangarre, uner uav-
j ing looked around for an iustaut. placed
, her hand upon the shoulder of the old
j Siberian.
“What do you wish from me?” said
j Marfa Strogoff.
j ’ “Come.” answered Sangarre.
And. pushing her with her hand, she
: led her into the middle of the reserved
: space before Ivan Ogareff.
Michael Strogoff kept his eyelashes
i half closed in order that the brightness
i of liis eyes should not betray him.
Marfa Strogoff, having come in front
| of Ivan Ogareff. straighcened her per-
: son, crossed her arms and waited.
| “Are you indeed Marfa Strogoff?” de-
j mandc-d Ivan Ogareff.
“Yes,” answered the old Siberian.
Then he held out his hand to the gyp- i with calmness.
sy, and she kissed it. without there be
ing in this act of rc-spect habitual to the
people of the north anything degrading
or servile.
Sangarre returned to the camp. She
found the place occupied by Nadia and
“Have you changed your mind as re
gards the statement you made to me
when, three days ago, I interrogated
you at Omsk?”
“No.”
“So you are ignorant of the fact that
Marfa Strogoff and passed the night in your son, Michael Strogoff. courier of! earth couhl make her speak, and she
Id his turn he passed before liis moth
er, Nadia shut her eyes in order net to
see him.
Michael Strogoff had remained ap
parently impassible, hut liis hands were
bleeding from the pressure of the fet
ters.
Ivan Ogareff was conquered by the
son aud the mother.
Sangarre. placed near him, only said
one word— “Knout
“Yes,” cried Ivan Ogareff, “let this
old jade have the knout and let the
punishment continue until she die!”
A Tartar soldier, carrying that terri
ble instrument of torture, approached
Marfa Strogoff.
The knout is composed cf a certain
number of leather thoDgs, to the ends
of which are attached twisted iron wire.
One can easily understand that to be
condemned to receive a hundred aud
twenty blows from such a whip is the
same thing as to be condemned to
death. Marfa Strogoff knew it, but
she also knew that no torture upon
in this important city. Feofar-Khan I chael Strogoff, who had already ’dis-
already occupied its fortress, but the appeared when she turned round, but ;
body of his army bivouacked under the the gesture of the mother, withhold- j
walls, waiting for the moment to make J ing
a solemn entry.
Ivan Ogareff had left the emir at
Tomsk, where they had both arrived
the evening before, and he returned to
the encampment at Zabedeiro. Next
day he had to start from this place
with the rear guard of the Tartar army.
A house had been placed at his dispos
al where he could slay the night. At
sunrise, under His command, horse and
foot set out for Tomsk, where the emir
wished to receive them with all the
pomp and display of an Asiatic sover
eign.
When the orders for a halt had been
given, the prisoners, worn out with a
three days’ journey, a prey to the most
burning thirst, could at length quench
their thirst and take seme repose.
The sun had already set, but the hori
zon was still lighted up by the twilight,
when Nadia, supporting Marfa Stro
goff, reached the banks of the Tom.
The two had not been able so far to
penetrate the ranks of those who
thronged the high hank, and they came
to drink in their turn.
The old Siberian bent over the fresh
stream, and Nadia, having plunged her
hands into it, carried it to the lips of
Marfa. Then she refreshed herself in
her turn. The cold water of the pure
stream seemed to give back life to the
old woman and the young girl. Sud
denly Nadia, as she left the banks,
straightened herself. An involuntary
cry escaped her lips.
Michael Strogoff was there and only
some paces from her! It was he!
At the cry of Nadia Michael Strogoff
had started, but he had sufficient com
mand of himself not to utter a word
which could compromise him.
And yet at the very moment that Na
dia had recognized him he had recog
nized his mother. Michael Strogoff at
this unexpected meeting, not feeling
himself to be any longer master of him
self. raised his hand to his eyes and im
mediately left the spot. Nadia was in
stinctively hastening forward to rejoin
him when the old Siberian whispered ,
these words in her ear:
. “Stay, my daughter!”
“It is he!” answered Nadia in a voice
trembling with emotion. . “He lives,
motUer! It is he!”
Nadia, had not escaped her, aud a !
light from Marfa’s eyes told her every- j
thing. I
There was no longer any doubt that |
the son of Marfa Strogoff, the courier
of the czar, was now at Zabedeiro I
among the prisoners of Ivan Ogareff. j
Sangarre did not know him, but she
knew he was there. She did not then j
attempt to discover him, a thing which
would have been impossible in the
midst of this numerous crowd.
As for again spying after Nadia and
Marfa Strogoff, this was equally use- I
less. It was evident that these two wo- 5
men would be on their guard, and it |
would be impossible to seize by sur
prise anything of a nature to compro
mise the courier of the czar.
The gypsy had then only one thought
—to warn Ivan Ogareff. Wherefore she
immediately left the camp.
A quarter of an hour afterward she
arrived at Zabedeiro and was shown
into the house occupied by the lieuten
ant of the emir.
Ivan Ogareff immediately received the ;
gypsy. ;
“What do you wish, Sangarre?” he !
asked.
“The son of Marfa Strogoff is at the
camp,” answered Sangarre.
“A prisoner.?”
“A prisoner.”
“Ah,” cried Ivan Ogareff. “I knew”—
“You knew nothing, Ivan,” said the
gypsy, “for you do not even know
him.”
“But do you know him? You have
seen him, Sangarre?”
“I have not seen him, but I saw his
mother betray herself by a movement
which has told me everything.”
“Do you not deceive yourself?”
“I do not.”
“You know the importance I attach
to the arrest of this courier,” said IvaD
Ogareff. “If the letter which was sent
to him from Moscow reaches Irkutsk,
and it should be handed to the grand
duke, the grand duke would be on his
guard, and I should not be able to
catch him. I must have this letter at
any price. Now, you have just told me
that the bearer of this letter is in my
power. I repeat it, Sangarre, do you
not deceive .vourself?”
watching them both, with her oars the czar, has passed through Omsk?”
open for any information. She could j “I am ignorant of it.”
hear nothing. By au instinctive feel
ing of prudence not a word was ex
changed between Nadia aud Marfa
Strogoff.
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CHAPTER XII.
HE next day, the 16th of
August, the loud tougued
trumpets sounded through
the camp. The Tartar sol
diers sprang at once to
arms.
Ivan Ogareff, after hav
ing quitted Zabedeiro, arrived, accom
panied by a numerous staff of Tartar
officers. His face was more serious
than usual, and his contracted outlines
indicated a great anger, which was only
waiting for some object on which to
hurl itself.
Michael Strogoff, lost in a group cf
prisoners, saw this man pass by. He
had a presentiment that a great calam-
“And that the man that you believed
to have recognized as ycur son at the
post house was uot he—was uot your
son?”
“He was uot my son.”
“And have you not seen him since
among the prisoners?”
“No.”
“ADd if he were shown to you would
you recognize him?”
“No.”
At this answer, which showed an in
flexible determination to avow nothing,
a murmur of approbation arose from
the crowd.
Ivau Ogareff couid not restrain a
menacing gesture.
“Listen,” said he to Marfa Strogoff.
“Your son is here, and you go at once
to point him out.”
“No.”
had already offered the sacrifice of her
life for her sen's safety.
Marfa Strogoff. having been seized by
two soldiers, was thrown on her knees
on the ground. Her robe, having been
torn, exposed her naked back. A saber
was fixed before her breast at the dis
tance of only a few inches, and in case
she should bend under the pain her
breast would be pierced with the sharp
point.
The Tartar raised the lash.
He was waiting.
Go on!” said Ivan Ogareff.
The whip hissed in the air. but before
the blow had fallen a powerful hand
had wrenched it from the hands of the
Tartar.
Michael Strogoff was there! He had
leaped before this horrible scene! If
at the posthouse of Ichim he had re
strained himself at the blow from Ivan
Ogareff, here before his mother, who
Blount. "But Strogoff is a dead man.
For his sake it would perhaps be bc-a.-r
not to remember him any longer.”
“And allow his mother to perish un
der the kneut?”
“Do yea believe that he has a-ted
better by his rash haste than his moth
er and his sister?”
“I don’t believeanything; I know noth
ing,” answered Alcide Jolivet. ' uiy
had I been in his place I should :: t
have acted otherwise. What a si;: .1
Eh, what—the devil, we must boil over
sometimes. God would have i !
water in our veins and net bio: d 1
he wished us to remain always and ev
erywhere imperturbable.”
“What a splendid incident for a news
paper article!” said Harry Blount. "If
Ivan Ogareff would only communicate
tc us the contents of that letter!"
Ivan Ogareff, after having wiped OS
the bioed which covered his face, i d
broken the seal of the letter. He tv.:d
it again and again for a long time, as
if he wished to fathom its contents.
Then, having given his orders that
Michael Strogoff, strongly fetter; i,
should be sent on to Tomsk with the
other prisoners, he took command of
the troops encamped at Zabedeiro, and
amid the deafening sounds of drums
and trumpets he marched to the town
where the emir was awaiting him.
They had not loug to wait for the
lieutenant of Feofar. Resounding lu.i-
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ity was about to happen, for Ivan Oga- your eyes, and if you do uot point out
reff now knew that Marfa Strogoff was Michael Strogoff you shall receive as
the mother of Michael Strogoff, captain many blows cf the knout as there shall
in the corps of the couriers of the czar, be men who have passed before you.”
All these men, taken at OmSk and at! was a bout to be struck, he was not able
Kalyvan, are going to defile before t0 master himself.
Ivan Ogareff had succeeded.
“Michael Strogoff!” he cried.
Ivan Ogareff arrived at the center of
i the camp, dismounted from his horse,
and the horsemen of his escort formed
a large circle around him.
i At that moment Sangarre approach-
; ed and said:
i “I have nothing new of which to in
form you, Ivan.”
Ivan Ogareff answered only in giving
a short command to one of his officers.
Immediately the ranks of the prisoners
were traversed in a brutal manner by
the soldiers. These unfortunate ones,
urged on with blows and pushed with
the wood of the lances, quickly arrang
ed themselves along the outer edge of
the camp. Four lines of infantry and
cavalry drawn up at the back rendered
all escape impossible.
Order for sileuce was at once given,
and at a sign from Ivan Ogareff San
garre directed her steps toward the
group in the middle of which was Mar
fa Strogoff.
The old Siberian saw her coming.
She understood what was about to hap
pen. A disdainful smile played on her
lips. Then, turning to Nadia, she said
to her in a low voice:
“You do not know ine any longer, my
daughter. Whatever happens and how
ever trying may be this examination,
not a word, not a gesture. It is for
turn, not for me, they search.” _.
Ivan Ogareff had now realized that,
whatever threats he might utter and to
whatever tortures he might subject her,
the indomitable Siberian would not
speak. To discover the courier of the
czar he now counted not upon her, but
upon Michael Strogoff himself. He did
not believe it possible that when the
mother and the son should be brought
into the presence of each other an irre
sistible impulse would not betray them.
Then, advancing, he said:
“Ah, was this done by the man of
Ichim?”
“Himself!” said Michael Strogoff, and,
raising the knout, he tore with it the
face of Ivan Ogareff himself.
“Blow for blow!”
“Well given!” cried the voice of a
spectator, who fortunately hid himself
in the tumult.
Twenty soldiers threw themselves on
Michael Strogoff, and they were about
to kill him. But Ivan Cgareff, from
Certainly if he had only wished to 1 ^kom a cry cf pain and rage had es-
gain possession of the imperial letter
he couid simply have given orders for
ail these prisoners to be searched. But
Michael Strogoff might have destroyed
this letter after learning its contents,
and if he were uot recognized and he
should gain Irkutsk the plans of Ivau
Ogareff would be ail frustrated. Where
fore it was uot only the letter which he
must have from the traitor; he must
have the bearer of it.
Nadia at length understood all, and
she now knew who was Michael Stro
goff and why he had wished to trav
erse, without being known, the invaded
provinces of Siberia.
On the order of Ivan Ogareff the pris
oners passed one by one before Marfa
Strogoff. who remained immovable as
a. statue and whose regard expressed
only the most complete indifference.
onn bmij i n thfi last ranks. When
caped, stopped them with a motion of
his hand.
“This man is reserved for the justice
of the emir!”
The letter to the imperial armies was
found in the breast of Michael Strogoff,
who had not had time to destroy it, and
it was handed over to Ivan Ogareff.
The spectator who had uttered aloud
those words “well given” was no other
than Alcide Jolivet. *His companion
and himself, having halted at the camp
of Zabedeiro, were present at this
scene.
“My God,” said he to Harry Blount,
“these people of the north are rough
men! Do we not owe some return to
our companion of the j^trney? May
Korpanoff or Strogoff succeed! What
splendid revenge for the affair of
Ichim!”
— Yes. revenue indeed.” said . Harry
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