The Circassian Chief Part 44

Then fearful and fleet as the chas'd deer she flew, Down the steep mountain's side, over chasm and brake.

For well the bright arms of her hero she knew; Not the whirlwind's swift course could her flight overtake.

Then she threw herself down her slain lover beside; She sigh'd not, she wept not, but heart-broken died.

As she finished, tears stood in her eyes, and her voice trembled at the last lines.

"Why sing you that mournful ditty, dear Zara?" said her friend. "It is too sad for one, whose eye sorrow has not dimmed, to sing."

"I know not why I sing it," answered Zara; "but I could not help it, the words came flowing to my lips."

"Who taught you so sad an air?" asked Ina.

"A venerable bard who travelled once this way. His steps were feeble, and his locks were blanched with years, and, as he rested at our house he sang this air, gazing sorrowfully at my face, and made me learn these words, I know not why. He went his way, nor ever have I seen him since: but still, at times, a sadness comes upon me, and I sing this song."

A deep-drawn sob was heard from the corner of the apartment where the young Conrin had thrown himself on a divan.

"Come hither, Conrin," said Ina, in tones of kindness. He had been weeping; for his eyes were red and his features wore an air of sadness.

"Why do you weep, dear Conrin? What makes you thus sorrowful?"

"Sad thoughts and feelings," answered the page. "I have much to make me weep: but it was that song overcame me. I wept for the sad forebodings that it brought upon my soul, for myself I care not, but for those I have learned to love."

"What causes have you for grief, dear boy?" said Ina. "Are you not happy here, where all so love you?"

"I cannot tell you, lady," answered the page.

"Why not tell me your grief? Perchance, confiding it to me, I may aid to mitigate it," said Ina.

"Oh no, it is impossible; my grief is too deep for consolation; it is a secret I shall never tell," answered the page.

"But, I may find a means to soothe it," urged Ina.

"Lady, pray deem me not ungrateful; but again, I beseech you, let me leave you," exclaimed Conrin. "I love you much; but yet, I love your n.o.ble brother more. The only balm you can give to soothe me is to let me go to him."

"But, why would you leave this calm retreat to hasten amidst scenes of war and bloodshed?" said Ina.

"I would go to my master, wherever he may be, lady," answered Conrin.

"I fear some danger threatens him; I know not what, but dark forebodings steal across my soul. I cannot look upon the future as I used to do, hoping for days of brightness and joy; my heart no longer bounds as it was wont, with thoughts of happiness. Oh let me seek my master, that I may guard him from the threatened harm, if still I may! I would too, gaze upon his loved features once again before I die, for too surely do I feel the troubled inward spirit preparing for its flight to quit this world. I feel that nothing can avert my death, come how it may."

"Boy, you speak of strange, mysterious things," exclaimed Ina, in an alarmed tone. "Why think you danger threatens my dear brother? and why these sad forebodings of your own fate?"

"Lady, I come of a race who oft see things hidden from duller eyes; and once, it is said, our ancestors could foretell either the death of mortals, or their destiny; but the power has pa.s.sed away, as we have mixed our blood with other tribes. Yet, even now, we often see the shadow of a coming evil; and it is a curse upon our race, that we cannot guard against it when it threatens ourselves. For others yet we may, and thus I would attempt to guard my master."

"Conrin, you persuade me strongly to let you go; and for my dear brother's sake I will, though I should be loath to part from you. Oh, s.h.i.+eld him, if you can, from danger, and may Allah bless you!"

"Thanks, lady, thanks! Even now my spirits lighten of their load,"

exclaimed Conrin. "I would set off this day; another may be too late."

"You cannot journey alone, on that road, dear page," said Ina; "you shall accompany the first band of warriors who set forward for the camp."

"Oh, I would find my way alone, through every obstacle, to meet your n.o.ble brother," said the boy, eagerly.

"Conrin, that cannot be; you know not half the dangers which would beset you on the road. To-morrow, perhaps, some warriors may go forth. You said you had a secret that you would not tell; but let me hear it; for much do I love you, for the affection which you bear my brother; and much it pains my heart to think that yours must bleed without a sympathising friend, to soothe your pain. Ah! how blind I have been! a thought has opened now my eyes. Come hither; let me whisper to your ear."

The gentle Ina bent over her page's head. A deep blush suffused the boy's cheeks; his eyes filled with tears.

"Ah! it is so? Let me weep with you," she cried. "But, be of good hope, all may yet be well. Such love as yours cannot go unrequited."

Old Kahija was certain to intrude when she was least wanted; and at that instant she made her appearance, hobbling in, for she was somewhat unwieldy in her gait. Her cheeks almost burst with impatience to communicate some important information.

"Here's news for you, young ladies, from the camp," she exclaimed. "Ah, Zara, my pretty maid, you'll not have to sigh much longer, I am thinking, for the young Alp. Now, girls, what would you give to have the information? Your best earrings, I warrant; but I am not cruel, and will keep you no longer in suspense," she added, as eager to communicate the news, as the fair inmates of the harem were to hear it. "Know then, my pretty Zara, that our n.o.ble chief, your grandfather, has given his sanction for your marriage with young Alp Beg, and in a short time, he will be here to bear you from us."

"Speak you the words of truth, Kahija?" exclaimed Zara, blus.h.i.+ng, but looking perfectly happy, as she threw herself upon Ina's neck. "Oh, say when he will come?"

"He has sent some one to deliver a message to you; therefore wrap your features closely in a veil, and go out to the gate of the anderoon. And that reminds me there is some one to see you, Conrin, from your master."

"Ah!" exclaimed the page, hastening to the door. "What joy to hear of him."

"A messenger from my brother!" cried Ina. "I too, must learn what news he brings."

At the gates of the anderoon, Conrin found Javis waiting his coming.

"I bring news from our master, for his sister," said the squire. "In a few days he will be here, and then I must quit his service, if I can return to Russia. I have fulfilled my oath, I have obeyed your wish; no mortal, with a spirit that could feel, would do more."

"Javis, I owe you much;" exclaimed the page. "I would repay you with my life; but the only reward you prize, alas! I cannot give."

"I ask for no reward," answered Javis; "the only one I prize, alas! I cannot gain; and after that, death will be the most welcome. But I would see my people first, and breathe my spirit out amongst them. I have done your bidding. I vowed to do what you wished, nor stipulated for reward. I rescued the young chief from the power of the Russians; I have striven to wash away my thought of crime almost perpetrated; I saw him safely landed on his native sh.o.r.es; I have seen him take his place among his people, as a chieftain of Circa.s.sia: I even learned to love him for himself, but more I cannot do. I could not bear to see him again at your side; I must go even from you."

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Ina and Zara.

"Say, when will my brother come?" exclaimed Ina. "Oh, 'twill be joy to see him."

"In three days hence, if the Russians move not from their encampments,"

answered Javis.

"Bring you any message for me?" said Zara, timidly addressing a young warrior, who respectfully saluted her at her approach.

"Yes, lady, I bear a message from my friend, the gallant Alp Beg.

Before two days have pa.s.sed, and ere the shade of yonder lofty tree has reached the stream which flows a short distance from its base, he will be here."

"You bring me grateful news, indeed. Oh, many thanks!" returned Zara.

"Say, is your friend well?"

"Yes, lady, he is well; and bears himself bravely against the foe,"

answered the messenger.

"Come, come, maidens," exclaimed Kahija, bustling up. "It is very incorrect to stop chattering longer than is necessary at the gate of the anderoon. If you have received your messages, come into the house, and let the young men go their way."

Having no further excuse for remaining, the fair girls were obliged to do as desired, though they would fain have heard more of those so dear to them.