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THE COURIER
OF THE CZAR
kuuui to decide the fate of Michael
Strogoff. The people of central Asia
give the name of “fal” to this practice.
After having interpreted the sense of
the verse touched by the linger of the
judge they apply the sentence, what
ever it may be.
Tiie emir had left his finger resting
on the page of the Koran. The chief
j of the ulemas, then approaching, read
] with a loud voice a verse which fin-
i ished with these words:
face.
Meanwhile another group of dancers
had succeeded the first, hut of a race
very different, which Michael Strogoff
at once recognized.
And we must believe that the two
journalists also recognized them, for
Harry Blount said to his confrere:
“These are the Zingari of Nijni Nov
gorod.”
“Thevery ones!” cried Alcide Jolivet.
“I imagine their eyes bring more mon-
‘And he shall see no more the things j ey to these spies than their legs!”
| of the earth.” “Russian spy,” said j
j Feofar-Ivban, “you came to see what |
is passing in the camp of the Tartars!
Look, then, with ail your eyes! Look!”
Ivan Ogareff—the Hashed, as they al
ready begun to call him—dressed this
time in the uniform of a Tartar officer,
arrived on horseback before the tent
of the emir. He was accompanied by
a body of the soldiers from the camp
of Zabedeiro, who drew up along the
sides of the plateau, in the middle of
which he remained ouly during the
time allotted to the amusements. One
could see a deep gash cutting obliquely
the face of the traitor.
Ivan Ogareff presented to the emir
his principal officers, and Feofar-Ivhan.
without departing from the coldness
which was the main foundation of his
dignity, received them in a manner
which made them satisfied with their
reception.
Aleide Jolivet and Harry Blount then
joined the crowd and looked cn in such
a manner as not to lose any defail of a
feast, which was to furnish a hundred
good lines for the newspapers. They
gazed with astonishment on Feofar-
Kkan in his magnificence, his women,
his officers, his guards and ail this ori
ental pomp, of which the ceremonies
of Europe can give no idea. But they
turned away with disdain when Ivan
Ogareff presented himself before the
emir, and they waited, not without
some impatience, for the feast to be
gin.
“Do you see, my dear Blount.” said
Alcide Jolivet, “w3 are come too soon,
like good citizens who must needs eOme
or lose tbeir money. All this is only
the rising of the curtain. It would
have been better taste to have arrived
only for the ballet.”
“What ballet?” asked Harry Blount.
“The obligatory ballet, faith. But 1
think the curtain is about to rise.”
Alcide Jolivet spoke as if he were at
the opera, and, taking his glass from
its case, he prepared to have a look at.
as a connoisseur, the first subjects of
Feofar’s troop.
But a tedious ceremony was to pre
cede the amusements.
Meanwhile most of the prisoners had
passed before the emir, and in .passing
each of them had to prostrate the fore
head to touch the very dust as a sign
of servility. It was the slavery which
commenced with humiliation. When
the unfortunates were too slow in bann
ing, the rude hand of the guards cast
them violently to the earth. Alcide
Jolivet and his companion could not
assist at such a spectacle without feel
ing the greatest indignation.
“This is cowardly! Let us go away!”
said Aleide Jolivet.
“No,” replied Harry Blount; “we
must see all.”
“See all! Ah!” cried Aleide Jolivet
suddenly, seizing the arm of his eom-
Blount, it is she!”
| “Look!
1 “She?”
“The sister of our fellow traveler.
Alone and a prisoner! We must save
her!”
“Restrain yourself.” coldly repiied
Harry Biount. “Our intervention in
behalf of this young girl would be more
hurtful than useful to her.”
Alcide Jolivet, ready to rush forward,
stopped himself, and Nadia, who had
not perceived them, being half veiled
by her hair, passed in her turn before
the emir, without attracting his atten
tion.
In the meantime, after Nadia, Marfa
Strogoff had arrived, and as she did
not throw herself quickly enough into
the dust the guards brutally pushed
her.
Marfa Strogoff fell.
Her son made a terrible movement,
which the soldiers who were guarding
him could with difficulty master.
But old Marfa raised herself, and
they were*about to drag her when Ivau
Ogareff intervened, saying:
“Let this woman remain.”
As for Nadia, she was thrown back
among the crowd of prisoners. The
look of Ivr*i Ogareff had not fixed it
self upon her.
Michael Strogoff was then led before
the emir, and there he remained erect,
without lowering his eyes.
“Your face to the ground!” Ivan Oga
reff cried out to him.
“No!" repiied Michael Strogoff. Two
guards wished to force him to bend,
but it was they who were thrown to
the ground by the hand of the robusl
young man.
Ivan Ogareff advanced toward Mi
chael Strogoff
“You are about to die,” said he.
“I shall die.” fiercely answered Mi
chael Strogoff, “but your face of trait
or, Ivan, will not the less bear and for
ever the infamous mark cf the knout!”
Ivan Ogareff at this answer became
horribly pale.
“Who is this prisoner?” demanded
the emir in a voice the more menacing
because of its calmness.
“A Russian spy,” answered Ivan Oga
reff.
In making cut Michael Strogoff a spy
he knew the sentence pronounced
against him would be the more terri
ble.
Michael Strogoff moved toward I^an
Ogareff.
Tiie soldiers stopped him.
The emir then made a gesture before
which the whole crowd bent tlieir
heads. Afterward he motioned with
his hand for the Koran, which was
brought to him. He opened the book
and placed his finger on one of the
pages.
CHATTER XIII.
ICHAEL STROGOFF.
with his hands bound,
was held in front of the
emir’s throne at the foot
of the terrace.
His mother, overcome
at last by so many phys
ical and moral tortures, had suck down,
not daring to look or listen any longer.
“Look with all your eyes! Look!”
Feofar-Khan had said, stretching out
his threatening hand toward Michael
Strogoff.
Without doubt Ivan Ogareff. knowing
well the Tartar customs, had under
stood the bearing of that word, for liis
lips parted for an instant in a cruel
smile. Then he went to take his place
near Feofar-Khan.
And in making them out to be agents
In the service of the emir Alcide Joli
vet, it is well known, did not deceive
himself.
In the first rank of the gypsies fig
ured Sangarre, in her superb costume,
strange and picturesque as it was,
which set off still more ber beauty.
Sangarre did not dance, but stood in
the middle of her dancing girls, whose
i fantastic steps partook of all the coun-
| tries which their race had traversed in
j Europe, of Bohemia, of Egypt, of Italy
and of Spain. They became animated
1 at the noise of the cymbals which
: clanged on their arms and at the swell-
! ing of the “daires,” a kind of drum
sounded by the fingers,
j Sangarre. holding one of these daires,
j which trembled between her hands, ex-
1 cited this troop of veritable corybantes.
I Then came forward a youthful gyp-
1 sy, some fifteen years old at most. He
lield In his hand a doutare, the two
1 cords of which he made to vibrate by a
simple gliding of the nails. He sang.
A call of trumpets was heard imum
diatelv. It was the signal for the i Durin S tbe C0U P let of b!s son S of fau ‘
amusements tastic rhythm a danseuse came and
“Now we have the ballet,” said Al- I P laced berself Qear bim and remained
cide Jolivet to Harrv Blount; “but, eon- I immovable, listening to him, but each
trarv to all custom, these barbarians time tbe burden came to lbe 1J P S of tbe
give it before tbe drama.” ‘ y° uu = sin S er sbe a S aiu took U P ber in ‘
Micbael Strogoff bad been ordered to terrupted dance, shaking ber daire negr
P 8115011- „„ , I It was chance, or, rather, as these
“What Is the matter with you 7 as -J or i enta j s think, God himself, who was
f4 the former:
look. He did look. A swarm of female
dancers came upon the space reserved
for them. Various Tartar instruments,
united with the guttural voices of the
singers, formed a strange harmony.
There were a mandolin with a long neck
made of the wood of the mulberry tree,
with two strings of twisted silk, a kind
of violoncello, open at the back, fur
nished with horsehair and made to
vibrate with a bow, a long fiute made
of a reed, trumpets, tambourines and
tomtoms. At once tbe dances began.
These dancers performed very grace
fully various dances, sometimes singly
and sometimes in groups. They had
tlieir faces uncovered, but from time to
time they drew a light veil over their
figures, and one would have said that
a cloud of gauze was passing over their
sparkling eyes like a vapor over the
starry heaven.
When this first entertainment was
over, a grave voice was heard, which
said: “Look with all your eyes! Look!” i
The man who repeated these words
of the emir, a Tartar of high stature, |
was the chief executioner of Feofar-
Khan. He had taken his position be
hind Michael Strogoff, and he held in
his hand a sword with a broad and
curved blade, one of those Damascus
blades which bad been tempered by
the famous armorers of Karscbi or of
Hissar.
Near him some guards had brought a
tripod ou which was placed an Iron
dish, where some redhot coals were
burning without emitting any smoke.
The light crust which crowned them
was doe only to the incineration of a
resinous and aromatic substance, a
mixture of frankincense and benzoin,
which bad been thrown on their sur-
him and deafening him with the soi\nd
of her drum.
Then, after the last verse, the dancers
enlaced the gypsy in a thousand turn
ings of their dances.
At this moment a shower of gold fell
from the hands of the emir and his al
lies, from thq hands of the officers of
all grades, and to the noise of the
pieces which struck the cymbals of the
dancers were blended the last murmurs
of the doutares and tambourines.
“Prodigal as freebooters!” said Al
cide Jolivet in tbe ear of his compan
ion.
And, indeed, it was stolen money
which fell in showers, for with the
Tartar tomans and sequins rained also
Muscovite ducats and rubles.
Then silence was made for an in
stant, and the voice of the executioner,
placing his hand ou the shoulder of Mi
chael Strogoff, «gain spoke those words
whose repetition rendered them still
more sinister:
“Look with all your eyes! Look!”
But this time Alcide Jolivet observed
that the executioner did not hold his
naked sword in his hand.
Then suddenly, as if at a given sig
nal, all the fires of the fantasia were
extinguished, the dances ceased, the
dancers disappeared. The ceremony
was terminated, and tbe torches alone
lit up the plateau which some instants
before was so full of lights.
At a sign from the emir Michael Stro
goff was led into the middle of the
square.
Little desirous of assisting at the tor
ture reserved for this unfortunate man,
Harry Blount and Aleide Jolivet then
re-entered the city.
An hour later they were hastening
j aiong tne road to Irkutsk, and It was
I among the Russians they would at-
j tempt to fellow what Alcide Jolivet
I called by anticipation “the campaign
i of revenge.”
The emir made a gesture. Michael
Strogoff. pushed by the guards, ap
proached the terrace, and then in that
Tartar language which he understood
Feofar said to him:
“Russian spy, you are come to see.
You have seen for the last time. In an
Instant thine eyes shall be forever shut
to the light!”
It was not with death, but with
blindness that Michael Strogoff was
about to be stricken. Loss of sight,
more terrible perhaps than loss of life!
The unhappy man was condemned to
lose his eyesight.
Nevertheless on hearing the penalty
pronounced by the emir Michael Stro
goff did not become weak. He remain
ed impassible, bis large eyes open, as
if be were wishing to concentrate all
his life in this one last look.
To ask for pity from these fierce men
was useless and, besides, unworthy of
him. He did not even think of it. All
his thought was concentrated on his
! mission that had irrevocably failed, on
his mother, on Nadia, whom he should
never see again! But he did not allow
to be seen any of the emotion which he
felt.
Besides, the feeling of vengeance, to
be accomplished at some future time,
earned away bis whole being.
“Ivan,” said lie, with a menacing
voice, “Ivan, the traitor, the last threat
of my eyes shall be for thee.”
Ivan Ogareff shrugged bis shoulders.
But Michael Strogoff deceived him
self. It was not in looking at Ivan
Ogareff that his eyes were to be fixed
never more to open.
Marfa Strogoff came and stood before
him.
“My mother!” cried he. “Yes, yes,
on thee must be turned my last look
and not on this miserable man! Re
main there before me, that I may still
see thy beloved figure; that my eyes
may close while looking at thee!”
The ohl Siberian, without uttering a
word, came forward.
“Drive away this woman!” said Ivan
Ogareff.
Two soldiers pushed back Marfa Stro
goff. She drew back, but remained
standing some paces distant from her
son.
The executioner appeared. This time
he held his naked sword in his hand.
That sword, heated to a white heat, he
had just drawn from the iron pan
where the perfumed coals were burn
ing.
Michael Strogoff was about to be
made blind according to the Tartar cus
tom, with a heated blade passed over
his eyes!
Michael Strogoff did not seek to re
sist. Nothing else existed in bis eyes
than his mother, whom he devoured
then with his look. All his life was in
this last vision.
Marfa Strogoff, with her eyes wide
open and her arms stretched toward
him, was looking at him.
The white heated blade passed over
the eyes of Michael Strogoff.
A loud cry of despair was heard. Old
Marfa fell lifeless to the earth!
Michael Strogoff was blind.
His orders having been executed, tbe
emir retired with all bis household.
Soon there only remained on the pla
teau Ivan Ogareff and tbe torchbear-
ers.
Br « -. j.
Did the miserable wretch wish to in-
| suit him stiff mere and after the ex-
: ecutiouer give him the last blow?
! Ivan Ogareff slowly approached Mi-
I ebael Strogoff, who beard him coming
and at once straightened himself.
Ivan Ogareff drew from bis pocket
the emperor’s letter. He opened it and
as the last insult placed it before the
eyes of tiie courier of the czar, before
those eyes whose light had been bru
tally extinguished forever, saying at
the same time:
j “Read now, Michael Strogoff: read
and go and repeat at Irkutsk what you
shall have read. Tbe true courier of
the czar is myseif!”
j Having said this, the traitor placed
the letter in his breast. Then, without
; turning round, he left the place, and
the torebbearers followed him.
l Michael Strogoff remained alone,
gome paces from bis mother, who was
lifeless, perhaps dead,
j One heard at a distance the cries, the
! songs, all the noise of the orgies.
Tomsk was illuminated and was bright
• as a city during a great feast.
| Michael Strogoff listened. The scene
I of the late revels and crime was silent
1 and deserted.
I He dragged himself by groping to
ward the place where his mother had
fallen. He found her with his hand.
He bent down toward her. He brought
his figure near to hers. He listened
to the beatings of her heart. Then one
would Lave said that be spoke to ber
in a low voieo
Did old Marfa still live and did sbe
hear tbe words ber son spoSe to her?
In any case sbe did not make any
sign of life by movement.
Michael Strogoff kissed her forehead
and her white hairs. Then be rose,
and, groping with his foot and trying
to hold liis hands in such a way as to
guide him, he walked by little and lit
tle to the end of the plateau.
Suddenly Nadia appeared.
She went straight to her companion.
A dagger that she held served to cut
the cords that bound the arms of Mi
chael Strogoff.
He, blind as be was, did not know
who it was who was releasing him, for
Nadia had not spoken a word.
But, that done, said she:
“Brother!”
“Nadia,” murmured Michael Strogoff.
“Nadia!”
“Come, brother,” replied Nadia.
“Henceforth my eyes shall be your
eyes, and it Is I who will conduct you
to Irkutsk!”
In half an hour after Michael Stro
goff and Nadia bad left Tomsk.
A certain number of tbe prisoners on
that night were able to escape from the
Tartars, for officers and soldiers, all
more or less besotted, bad unconscious
ly relaxed the severe surveillance which
they had maintained up to that time,
both at the camp of Zabedeiro and dur
ing the march of the convoy.
Nadia, after having been led out
with the other prisoners, had been able
to escape and return to the plateau at
the very moment Michael Strogoff was
being conducted before the emir.
There in the midst of the crowd she
bad seen all. Not a cry had escaped
her when the blade, white with heat,
passed over tbe eyes of her companion.
She had tbe strength to remain motion
less and silent A providential inspira
tion told her to preserve herself still i
free to guide the son of Marfa Strogoff j
to the end which he had sworn to at- •
tain. Her heart for the moment ceased j
to beat when tbe old Siberian fell life- ‘
less, but a thought soon restored an
her energy.
“I will be the deg of the blind man,”
she said to herself.
After the departure of Ivan Ogareff
Nadia had hidden in tha shade. She
waited until the crowds left the pla
teau. Michael Strogoff, abandoned as
a miserable being to be feared by uo
one, was alone. She saw him dray aim-
self as far as his mother, bend !::
self down to ber, kiss ber forehead,
then raise himself up aud grope for
flight.
Some moments later Michael am! Na
dia, hand in hand, had descended i he
steep hillside, and, after having fol
lowed the banks of the Tom as far as
the extremity of tiie town, they hap
pily passed out by a gap in tbe fen .
Tbe route for Irkutsk was the only
one that struck eastward. They r. mil
not make a mistake. Nadia rapidly pull
ed along Michael Strogoff. It was p s-i-
ble that early next morning, after seme
hours of orgies, the scouts of the emir,
throwing themselves again ou the
steppe, would cut off ail comma a Na
tion. It was then of the utmost im
portance to outstrip them and to reach
Krasnoiarsk before them, which was
500 versts separate from Tomsk—in
one word, only to leave- the highway as
late as possible.
Tbe next morning, twelve hours after
tbeir departure from Tomsk, Michael
Strogoff and Nadia reached tbe town
of Semiiowskoe, after a journey of lif*
teen versts.
? [to be continued.]
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