XVII. 
   
    MAY, 
   
    1765.
 
    
     [Emin, 
    
     having 
    
     12,
    
     000 
    
     men 
    
     under 
    
     him 
    
     pretends 
    
     to 
    
     have 
    
     formed 
    
     a 
    
     plan 
    
     of 
    
     attacking 
    
     Georgians 
    
     - 
    
     Letter 
    
     written 
    
     by 
    
     the 
    
     faithless 
    
     Marian 
    
     and 
    
     his 
    
     reply 
    
     - 
    
     Sukias 
    
     the 
    
     monk 
    
     again 
    
     appears 
    
     at 
    
     Boragan 
    
     with 
    
     a 
    
     fresh 
    
     letter 
    
     from 
    
     Bishop 
    
     Hovnan 
    
     - 
    
     Sets 
    
     out 
    
     with 
    
     his 
    
     thirty 
    
     "wolf-like 
    
     commanders" 
    
     - 
    
     Chachan, 
    
     where 
    
     he 
    
     receives 
    
     great 
    
     kindness 
    
     - 
    
     Numbers 
    
     of 
    
     armed 
    
     men 
    
     come 
    
     to 
    
     Emin 
    
     expecting 
    
     to 
    
     be 
    
     led 
    
     against 
    
     Georgians, 
    
     whilst 
    
     he 
    
     is 
    
     privately 
    
     meditating 
    
     how 
    
     to 
    
     make 
    
     fools 
    
     of 
    
     them 
    
     - 
    
     Slave 
    
     market 
    
     at 
    
     Andia 
    
     - 
    
     Lezguis 
    
     taking 
    
     a 
    
     child 
    
     of 
    
     six 
    
     to 
    
     be 
    
     sold 
    
     - 
    
     Their 
    
     only 
    
     support 
    
     the 
    
     sale 
    
     of 
    
     slaves 
    
     - 
    
     Argues 
    
     with 
    
     his 
    
     followers 
    
     with 
    
     no 
    
     effect, 
    
     finally 
    
     dismisses 
    
     them 
    
     - 
    
     Journeys 
    
     on 
    
     to 
    
     Khunzakh 
    
     - 
    
     Mahomed 
    
     Khan 
    
     the 
    
     nutzal 
    
     and 
    
     his 
    
     wife 
    
     - 
    
     Her 
    
     humanity 
    
     contrasted 
    
     with 
    
     behaviour 
    
     of 
    
     a 
    
     Roman 
    
     Catholic 
    
     priest 
    
     on 
    
     the 
    
     death 
    
     of 
    
     a 
    
     young 
    
     Englishman 
    
     - 
    
     Nutzal 
    
     gives 
    
     Emin 
    
     escort 
    
     and 
    
     passport 
    
     - 
    
     Sets 
    
     out 
    
     for 
    
     Catukh 
    
     - 
    
     Ridiculous 
    
     affair 
    
     at 
    
     the 
    
     house 
    
     of 
    
     a 
    
     Lezgui 
    
     - 
    
     Hajy 
    
     Mustaphas 
    
     kindness 
    
     to 
    
     him.
    
     ]
 
   
    Emin, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    latter 
   
    end 
   
    of 
   
    May, 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    list 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    mountaineers, 
   
    who 
   
    were 
   
    full 
   
    twelve 
   
    thousand 
   
    men; 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    holding 
   
    an 
   
    assembly 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    place 
   
    of 
   
    rendezvous 
   
    near 
   
    the 
   
    hot 
   
    waters, 
   
    three 
   
    miles 
   
    from 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    thirty-five 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    chiefs 
   
    only 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    in 
   
    readiness, 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    troops 
   
    remained 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    respective 
   
    places 
   
    for 
   
    further 
   
    orders; 
   
    that 
   
    when 
   
    he, 
   
    with 
   
    those 
   
    thirty-five 
   
    commanders, 
   
    should 
   
    reach 
   
    Avar, 
   
    after 
   
    five 
   
    days 
   
    march, 
   
    and 
   
    proceed 
   
    from 
   
    thence 
   
    in 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    to 
   
    Georgia, 
   
    very 
   
    near 
   
    half 
   
    way 
   
    between 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    countries, 
   
    to 
   
    consult 
   
    with 
   
    Mahomed 
   
    Khan 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    (which, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Avar 
   
    language, 
   
    means 
   
    a 
   
    king,
   
    ) 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    then 
   
    send 
   
    back 
   
    those 
   
    chiefs 
   
    to 
   
    conduct 
   
    the 
   
    troops 
   
    thither, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    fall 
   
    at 
   
    once 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    while 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    drinking 
   
    wine 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    mistresses. 
   
    "This 
   
    surprize,
   
    " 
   
    he 
   
    added, 
   
    "will 
   
    make 
   
    the 
   
    conquest 
   
    easier, 
   
    and 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    means 
   
    of 
   
    saving 
   
    of 
   
    you; 
   
    whereas, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    pitched 
   
    battle, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    time, 
   
    the 
   
    fall 
   
    of 
   
    many 
   
    brave 
   
    fellows 
   
    cannot 
   
    be 
   
    avoided.
   
    "
 
   
    They 
   
    had 
   
    before 
   
    sworn 
   
    solemnly 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    Alcoran, 
   
    first, 
   
    to 
   
    acknowledge 
   
    his 
   
    superiority; 
   
    secondly, 
   
    never 
   
    to 
   
    contradict 
   
    his 
   
    order. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    ended, 
   
    they 
   
    all 
   
    agreed, 
   
    pulled 
   
    off 
   
    their 
   
    caps, 
   
    and 
   
    marched 
   
    away; 
   
    being 
   
    assured 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    minds 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    provoked, 
   
    and 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    reconciled 
   
    to 
   
    Heraclius, 
   
    though, 
   
    in 
   
    truth, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    changed 
   
    one 
   
    Georgian 
   
    Christian 
   
    for 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    Mahometans 
   
    in 
   
    Asia, 
   
    but 
   
    continued 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    Armenian.
 
   
    Emin 
   
    left 
   
    them 
   
    satisfied 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    opinion, 
   
    and 
   
    kept 
   
    himself 
   
    in 
   
    readiness, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    received 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    letter 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    faithless 
   
    Marian, 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    an 
   
    ensign 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Russian 
   
    service, 
   
    a 
   
    near 
   
    relation 
   
    of 
   
    hers, 
   
    on 
   
    purpose 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    delivered 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    hand. 
   
    The 
   
    purport 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    as 
   
    follows:
 
   
    "My 
   
    dear 
   
    Sir, 
   
    and 
   
    justly-displeased 
   
    friend,
 
   
    We 
   
    have 
   
    acted 
   
    wrong 
   
    in 
   
    every 
   
    respect, 
   
    disdainfully, 
   
    ungenerously, 
   
    and 
   
    imprudently, 
   
    in 
   
    not 
   
    answering 
   
    your 
   
    kind 
   
    interesting 
   
    letter. 
   
    To 
   
    think 
   
    of 
   
    assigning 
   
    reasons 
   
    for 
   
    our 
   
    conduct, 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    unnatural. 
   
    We 
   
    acknowledge 
   
    our 
   
    misbehaviour 
   
    against 
   
    you; 
   
    but 
   
    are 
   
    in 
   
    great 
   
    hopes 
   
    your 
   
    humane 
   
    heart 
   
    will 
   
    condescend 
   
    to 
   
    forgive 
   
    us. 
   
    Be 
   
    persuaded 
   
    and 
   
    assured, 
   
    that 
   
    poor 
   
    Marian 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    own, 
   
    and 
   
    is 
   
    perfectly 
   
    convinced, 
   
    she 
   
    never 
   
    can 
   
    be 
   
    happy 
   
    without 
   
    you; 
   
    nor 
   
    you, 
   
    she 
   
    is 
   
    sure, 
   
    without 
   
    her. 
   
    O, 
   
    cruel 
   
    Fate! 
   
    what 
   
    affliction 
   
    hast 
   
    thou 
   
    brought 
   
    on 
   
    me! 
   
    My 
   
    poor 
   
    grandmother 
   
    sends 
   
    her 
   
    prayers 
   
    and 
   
    blessings 
   
    to 
   
    you, 
   
    - 
   
    she 
   
    is 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    afflicted 
   
    as 
   
    your 
   
    poor 
   
    Marian 
   
    is 
   
    unhappy. 
   
    Should 
   
    you 
   
    not 
   
    relent 
   
    and 
   
    come 
   
    to 
   
    her, 
   
    be 
   
    pleased 
   
    to 
   
    write 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    line, 
   
    that 
   
    she 
   
    may 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    satisfaction 
   
    at 
   
    least 
   
    of 
   
    taking 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    grave 
   
    with 
   
    her. 
   
    Adieu! 
   
    I 
   
    remain 
   
    to 
   
    lament 
   
    my 
   
    distracted 
   
    situation 
   
    till 
   
    death. 
   
    And 
   
    am,
   
    " 
   
    &c.
 
   
    The 
   
    Answer.
 
   
    "My 
   
    dear 
   
    Marian,
 
   
    I 
   
    received 
   
    your 
   
    letter, 
   
    acknowledging 
   
    most 
   
    honestly 
   
    your 
   
    fault, 
   
    which 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    passed 
   
    over 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    my 
   
    soul: 
   
    but 
   
    am 
   
    sorry 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    the 
   
    balsam 
   
    you 
   
    now 
   
    send, 
   
    is 
   
    come 
   
    too 
   
    late 
   
    to 
   
    cure 
   
    the 
   
    wounds 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    heart 
   
    that 
   
    preferred 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    world. 
   
    For 
   
    the 
   
    future, 
   
    I 
   
    shall 
   
    esteem 
   
    you 
   
    as 
   
    my 
   
    dear 
   
    sister. 
   
    Think 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    brother 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    die 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    countrys 
   
    cause. 
   
    Make 
   
    yourself 
   
    easy; 
   
    marry 
   
    whom 
   
    you 
   
    please, 
   
    and 
   
    be 
   
    happy. 
   
    When 
   
    you 
   
    cannot 
   
    avoid 
   
    remembering, 
   
    that 
   
    no 
   
    one 
   
    else 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    fortitude, 
   
    or 
   
    act 
   
    with 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    honour, 
   
    as 
   
    Emin 
   
    has 
   
    done 
   
    in 
   
    regard 
   
    to 
   
    you; 
   
    recollect 
   
    what 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    you 
   
    may 
   
    regret 
   
    the 
   
    loss 
   
    of 
   
    - 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    lover: 
   
    - 
   
    but 
   
    content 
   
    your 
   
    mind 
   
    with 
   
    having 
   
    found 
   
    a 
   
    brother, 
   
    who 
   
    will 
   
    continue 
   
    so 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    days 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    life. 
   
    Adieu!"
 
   
    Emin 
   
    being 
   
    clear 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    engagement, 
   
    the 
   
    monk 
   
    Suciaz, 
   
    then 
   
    collector 
   
    for 
   
    St. 
   
    John 
   
    the 
   
    Baptists 
   
    monastery, 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    seen 
   
    before 
   
    in 
   
    Astrakhan, 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    that 
   
    bishop 
   
    Hovnan, 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    monastery, 
   
    had 
   
    in 
   
    writing, 
   
    ordered 
   
    him 
   
    (the 
   
    monk 
   
    Suciaz) 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    Emin 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    collected 
   
    in 
   
    Russia 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    there, 
   
    being 
   
    the 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    646 
   
    tumans, 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    12,
   
    900 
   
    rupees. 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    refused 
   
    before 
   
    600 
   
    zeckins 
   
    at 
   
    Tiffliz, 
   
    brought 
   
    by 
   
    Melich 
   
    Stephen, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    but 
   
    200 
   
    rupees. 
   
    Now 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    an 
   
    allowance 
   
    of 
   
    100 
   
    pounds, 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    his 
   
    patron 
   
    the 
   
    duke 
   
    of 
   
    Northumberland, 
   
    which 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    sufficient 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    time: 
   
    nor 
   
    was 
   
    he 
   
    sure 
   
    whether 
   
    his 
   
    chimerical 
   
    plan 
   
    would 
   
    succeed 
   
    or 
   
    not. 
   
    The 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    646 
   
    tumans 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    manner 
   
    an 
   
    enemy 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    bosom 
   
    among 
   
    those 
   
    wild 
   
    and 
   
    almost 
   
    savage 
   
    Lazguis. 
   
    He 
   
    therefore 
   
    bid 
   
    the 
   
    monk 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    to 
   
    himself, 
   
    or 
   
    take 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    bishop; 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    chased 
   
    like 
   
    a 
    
     tyger 
   
    from 
   
    place 
   
    to 
   
    place, 
   
    not 
   
    having 
   
    a 
   
    hole 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    to 
   
    creep 
   
    in, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    fetch 
   
    breath. 
   
    The 
   
    monk 
   
    agreed 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    right; 
   
    but 
   
    begged 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    so 
   
    free, 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    lay 
   
    before 
   
    Emin 
   
    his 
   
    sentiments 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    proposition 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    make. 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    hear 
   
    with 
   
    pleasure, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    sake 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    only 
   
    friend 
   
    bishop 
   
    Hovnan. 
   
    Then 
   
    the 
   
    monk 
   
    began 
   
    fawning 
   
    and 
   
    cringing, 
   
    and 
   
    said, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    devoted 
   
    yourself 
   
    entirely 
   
    to 
   
    fall 
   
    a 
   
    sacrifice, 
   
    with 
   
    hearty 
   
    zeal, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    cause 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    bidding 
    
     farewel 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    pleasures 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    world; 
   
    and 
   
    having 
   
    given 
   
    many 
   
    examples 
   
    of 
   
    purity, 
   
    have 
   
    overcome 
   
    many 
   
    temptations 
   
    before, 
   
    and 
   
    now 
   
    have 
   
    refused 
   
    a 
   
    fair 
   
    princesss 
   
    offer, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    estate, 
   
    who 
   
    might 
   
    make 
   
    any 
   
    one 
   
    else 
   
    happy. 
   
    On 
   
    the 
   
    receipt 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    answer 
   
    from 
   
    you, 
   
    I 
   
    saw 
   
    her 
   
    shedding 
   
    tears 
   
    of 
   
    blood, 
   
    and 
   
    lamenting 
   
    her 
   
    thoughtless 
   
    behaviour 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    her 
   
    lose 
   
    her 
   
    dear 
   
    lover. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenians 
   
    at 
   
    Astrakhan, 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    hand, 
   
    learning 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    this, 
   
    pitied 
   
    her 
   
    deplorable 
   
    case, 
   
    but 
   
    admired 
   
    your 
   
    heroic 
   
    attachment 
   
    to 
   
    her, 
   
    and 
   
    more 
   
    particular 
   
    your 
   
    love 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    country. 
   
    From 
   
    what 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    told 
   
    by 
   
    some 
   
    merchants, 
   
    you 
   
    could 
   
    live 
   
    among 
   
    that 
   
    glorious 
   
    people, 
   
    the 
   
    English, 
   
    with 
   
    respect 
   
    and 
   
    comfort: 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    eye-witness, 
   
    at 
   
    Moscow, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    Russians 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    to 
   
    receive 
   
    you 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    Imperial 
   
    service: 
   
    but 
   
    to 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    show 
   
    the 
   
    smallest 
   
    inclination; 
   
    and 
   
    rather 
   
    chose 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    behind, 
   
    than 
   
    break 
   
    your 
   
    undaunted 
   
    resolution: 
   
    nor 
   
    will 
   
    you 
   
    accept 
   
    this 
   
    small 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    646 
   
    tumans 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    desire 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    lord 
   
    bishop 
   
    Hovnan. 
   
    After 
   
    all, 
   
    my 
    
     intreaty 
   
    is, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    marry 
   
    any 
   
    Mahometan 
   
    princes 
   
    daughter 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    country 
   
    of 
   
    Dagistan, 
   
    for 
   
    fear 
   
    of 
   
    losing 
   
    your 
   
    Christian 
   
    character. 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    they 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    pressing 
   
    to 
   
    fix 
   
    you 
   
    there. 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    renounce 
   
    (God 
   
    forbid!) 
   
    your 
   
    enlightened 
   
    religion: 
   
    - 
   
    but 
   
    what 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    consequence 
   
    of 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    marriage, 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    children, 
   
    who, 
   
    in 
   
    course, 
   
    must 
   
    be 
   
    brought 
   
    up 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    false 
   
    Mahometan 
   
    faith? 
   
    What 
   
    will 
   
    you 
   
    answer 
   
    then 
   
    before 
   
    our 
   
    Blessed 
   
    Saviour? 
   
    Therefore 
   
    I 
   
    beseech 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    compassion 
   
    on 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    conscience, 
   
    - 
   
    make 
   
    me 
   
    easy 
   
    on 
   
    that 
   
    head, 
   
    - 
   
    and 
   
    excuse 
   
    me 
   
    for 
   
    making 
   
    so 
   
    bold 
   
    with 
   
    you.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "In 
   
    what 
   
    manner 
   
    can 
   
    I 
   
    give 
   
    you 
   
    assurance?" 
   
    The 
   
    monk 
   
    said, 
   
    "Swear, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    grave 
   
    of 
   
    St. 
   
    John 
   
    the 
   
    Baptist, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    martyrdom 
   
    of 
   
    St. 
   
    Stephen.
   
    " 
   
    Emin, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    willingness, 
   
    immediately 
   
    swore 
   
    by 
   
    both 
   
    the 
   
    holy 
   
    saints: 
   
    he 
   
    only 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    monk, 
   
    "Though 
   
    you 
   
    said 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    before 
   
    in 
   
    my 
   
    favour, 
   
    yet 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    sorry 
   
    to 
   
    find 
   
    you 
   
    so 
   
    weak, 
   
    as 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    better 
   
    the 
   
    strength 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    faith, 
   
    or 
   
    my 
   
    real 
   
    character, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    born 
   
    and 
   
    baptised 
   
    a 
   
    Christian, 
   
    and 
   
    will 
   
    die 
   
    such, 
   
    if 
   
    the 
   
    whole 
   
    world 
   
    were 
   
    turned 
   
    Mahometans.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    help 
   
    adding, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    wished, 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    heart, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    monk, 
   
    and 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    sect, 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    possessed 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    tenth 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    faith 
   
    in 
   
    Jesus 
   
    Christ. 
   
    If 
   
    the 
   
    monk 
   
    had 
   
    foreseen 
   
    the 
   
    cutting 
   
    answer 
   
    Emin 
   
    made, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    never 
   
    have 
   
    opened 
   
    his 
   
    lips. 
   
    Thus 
   
    ended 
   
    the 
   
    conversation 
   
    between 
   
    two 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    - 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    an 
   
    ecclesiastic, 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    a 
   
    plain 
   
    layman 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    soldier.
 
   
    To 
   
    be 
   
    brief, 
   
    he 
   
    bought 
   
    a 
   
    Circassian 
   
    horse; 
   
    the 
   
    monk 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    present 
   
    of 
   
    another; 
   
    a 
   
    third 
   
    he 
   
    procured 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    baggage; 
   
    and 
   
    having 
   
    hired 
   
    a 
   
    Tartar 
   
    servant, 
   
    he 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    thirty 
   
    wolf-like 
   
    commanders, 
   
    and 
   
    entered 
   
    their 
   
    country, 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    half 
   
    a 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    from 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    place 
   
    took 
   
    for 
   
    granted 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    went, 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    accord, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    sheep 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    slaughtered 
   
    and 
   
    devoured, 
   
    not 
   
    thinking 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them; 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    behaved 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    hundred 
   
    times 
   
    more 
   
    tenderness 
   
    and 
   
    hospitality 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    or 
   
    their 
   
    princes: 
   
    - 
   
    nay, 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    relations. 
   
    He 
   
    stayed 
   
    a 
   
    fortnight 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    first 
   
    stage, 
   
    where 
   
    Aly 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    the 
   
    prince 
   
    of 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    twenty-nine, 
   
    made 
   
    his 
   
    lady, 
   
    with 
   
    her 
   
    two 
   
    sisters, 
   
    sit 
   
    like 
    
     taylors 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    his 
    
     cloaths, 
   
    and 
   
    fit 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    liking, 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    cheerfulness 
   
    imaginable. 
   
    Emin 
   
    thought 
   
    himself 
   
    happy 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    in 
   
    England, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    forget 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    uneasiness 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    mind 
   
    in 
   
    Georgia. 
   
    He 
   
    marched 
   
    back 
   
    again 
   
    with 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    hot 
   
    waters 
   
    of 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    purpose 
   
    of 
   
    bathing; 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    evening, 
   
    lodged 
   
    at 
   
    Kachatur 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    house, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    stayed 
   
    two 
   
    days. 
   
    This 
   
    made 
   
    them 
   
    satisfied. 
   
    They 
   
    were 
   
    astonished 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    those 
   
    wolves 
   
    of 
   
    chiefs 
   
    standing 
   
    as 
   
    tame 
   
    as 
   
    lambs 
   
    before 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    sitting 
   
    without 
   
    his 
   
    order.
 
   
    After 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    taken 
   
    leave 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    he 
   
    marched 
   
    up 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    mountains; 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    five 
   
    days 
   
    stage; 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    chiefs 
   
    begged 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    it 
   
    fifteen 
   
    days, 
   
    by 
   
    halting 
   
    in 
   
    every 
   
    village 
   
    three 
   
    days; 
   
    in 
   
    which 
   
    time 
   
    they 
   
    killed 
   
    1,
   
    500 
   
    sheep 
   
    and 
   
    thirty 
   
    oxen, 
   
    and 
   
    boiled 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    large 
   
    coppers 
   
    for 
   
    distilling 
   
    arrack. 
   
    These 
   
    were 
   
    the 
   
    booty 
   
    taken 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    or 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    open 
   
    fields. 
   
    There 
   
    was, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    sure, 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    multitude 
   
    of 
   
    armed 
   
    people, 
   
    as 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    surprized 
   
    any 
   
    spectator, 
   
    as 
   
    numerous 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    Abubaker, 
   
    Omar, 
   
    and 
   
    Osman, 
   
    were 
   
    making 
   
    their 
   
    entry. 
   
    All 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    Emin, 
   
    kiss 
   
    his 
   
    hand, 
   
    and 
   
    obtain 
   
    his 
   
    blessings: 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    vain 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    pomp, 
   
    he 
   
    being 
   
    a 
   
    Christian, 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    Mahometans, 
   
    who, 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    time, 
   
    wished 
   
    success 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    downfall 
   
    to 
   
    the 
    
     Gavers, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    quite 
   
    unhappy: 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    countenance, 
   
    and 
   
    say, 
   
    Amen! 
   
    and 
   
    make 
   
    them 
   
    believe, 
   
    that 
   
    they, 
   
    having 
   
    him 
   
    at 
   
    their 
   
    head, 
   
    could 
   
    overset 
   
    Georgia, 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    suspecting 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    meditating 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    fools 
   
    of 
   
    them.
 
   
    The 
   
    reader 
   
    cannot 
   
    imagine 
   
    the 
   
    probability 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    this; 
   
    and 
   
    supposes 
   
    it 
   
    rather 
   
    an 
   
    Arabian 
   
    tale, 
   
    than 
   
    an 
   
    authentic 
   
    narrative, 
   
    well 
   
    knowing 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    money, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    Mahometan, 
   
    to 
   
    gain 
   
    their 
   
    affection: 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    must 
   
    consider 
   
    the 
   
    disposition 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    terrible 
   
    savages. 
   
    The 
   
    leaders 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    excursions 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    always 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    highest 
   
    degree 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    meanest 
   
    of 
   
    subjects; 
   
    who, 
   
    being 
   
    oppressed 
   
    by 
   
    tyrannical 
   
    princes 
   
    or 
   
    masters, 
   
    went 
   
    over 
   
    to 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    being 
   
    chosen 
   
    by 
   
    them 
   
    as 
   
    their 
   
    guides, 
   
    marching 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    thousands, 
   
    carried 
   
    fire 
   
    and 
   
    sword 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    country; 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians 
   
    were 
   
    sitting 
   
    in 
   
    banquet-houses, 
   
    eating 
   
    and 
   
    drinking 
   
    like 
   
    beasts. 
   
    Thus 
   
    they 
   
    destroyed 
   
    their 
   
    opposers 
   
    without 
   
    mercy; 
   
    drove 
   
    the 
   
    defenceless 
   
    into 
   
    captivity, 
   
    reserving 
   
    the 
   
    sturdy 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    beautiful 
   
    infants 
   
    to 
   
    themselves, 
   
    whom 
   
    they 
   
    circumcised, 
   
    and 
   
    adopted 
   
    as 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    children; 
   
    but 
   
    sold 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Turks 
   
    and 
   
    Persians. 
   
    Therefore, 
   
    there 
   
    can 
   
    be 
   
    no 
   
    great 
   
    merit 
   
    in 
   
    Emin, 
   
    in 
   
    being 
   
    respected 
   
    or 
   
    caressed 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    by 
   
    them, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    men 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    had 
   
    seen 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    eyes, 
   
    in 
   
    Russia, 
   
    taken 
   
    much 
   
    notice 
   
    of; 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    fighting 
   
    against 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    several 
   
    skirmishes 
   
    when 
   
    in 
   
    Georgia.
 
   
    A 
   
    day 
   
    before 
   
    his 
   
    arrival 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    capital 
   
    of 
   
    Avar 
   
    called 
   
    Khunzakh, 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    upon 
   
    a 
   
    high 
   
    eminence 
   
    to 
   
    Andia, 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    free 
   
    town, 
   
    where 
   
    a 
   
    market 
   
    of 
   
    slaves 
   
    is 
   
    held: 
   
    generally 
   
    the 
    
     Crim 
   
    Tartar 
   
    merchants 
   
    buy 
   
    them. 
   
    Here 
   
    he, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    thirty 
   
    devilish 
   
    commanders, 
   
    met 
   
    five 
   
    mountaineer 
   
    Lazguis, 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    Georgian 
   
    little 
   
    girl, 
   
    about 
   
    six 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    pair 
   
    of 
   
    brogues 
   
    on 
   
    her 
   
    delicate 
   
    feet, 
   
    running 
   
    before 
   
    them, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    lamb, 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    market 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    sold. 
   
    Emin 
   
    seeing 
   
    that 
   
    object 
   
    of 
   
    pity, 
   
    found 
   
    his 
   
    distracted 
   
    heart 
   
    splitting, 
   
    to 
   
    observe 
   
    the 
   
    condition 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    innocent 
   
    creature. 
   
    He 
   
    could 
   
    no 
   
    longer 
   
    help 
   
    shedding 
   
    tears. 
   
    The 
   
    men 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    handle 
   
    her, 
   
    and 
   
    pull 
   
    her 
   
    about, 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    how 
   
    she 
   
    was 
   
    made, 
   
    in 
   
    such 
   
    a 
   
    barbarous 
   
    manner 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    Emin 
   
    almost 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    patience. 
   
    He 
   
    told 
   
    them, 
   
    if 
   
    they 
   
    wanted 
   
    to 
   
    buy 
   
    the 
   
    child, 
   
    they 
   
    ought 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    a 
   
    football 
   
    of 
   
    her; 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    worse 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    brute 
   
    beasts 
   
    to 
   
    behave 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    manner. 
   
    They 
   
    all 
   
    turned 
   
    round 
   
    at 
   
    once; 
   
    but 
   
    Aly 
   
    Sultan 
   
    exclaimed, 
   
    "O, 
   
    Sir! 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    possessed 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    heart 
   
    so 
   
    merciful 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    affected 
   
    for 
   
    one 
   
    slave 
   
    girl, 
   
    how 
   
    can 
   
    your 
   
    eyes 
   
    bear 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    many 
   
    thousands 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    condition? 
   
    You 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    treasure 
   
    to 
   
    pay 
   
    your 
   
    troops, 
   
    - 
   
    how 
   
    are 
   
    we 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    paid? 
   
    - 
   
    We 
   
    must 
   
    pay 
   
    ourselves 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    way, 
   
    to 
   
    obey 
   
    your 
   
    orders; 
   
    otherwise, 
   
    you 
   
    must 
   
    not 
   
    expect 
   
    that 
   
    we 
   
    will 
   
    fight 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    for 
   
    nothing! 
   
    Since 
   
    you 
   
    shew 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    humanity 
   
    toward 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    subject 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    enemys, 
   
    how 
   
    much 
   
    more 
   
    must 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    for 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    who 
   
    make 
   
    half 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    subjects 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    Caffer 
   
    Heraclius? 
   
    Answer 
   
    our 
   
    just 
   
    question; 
   
    or 
   
    give 
   
    us 
   
    permission 
   
    to 
   
    return 
   
    to 
   
    our 
   
    place.
   
    "
 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    instant, 
   
    "I 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    occasion 
   
    for 
   
    you: 
   
    - 
   
    go 
   
    your 
   
    ways! 
   
    if 
   
    God 
   
    will 
   
    prosper 
   
    me 
   
    with 
   
    success, 
   
    and 
   
    make 
   
    me 
   
    master 
   
    of 
   
    money, 
   
    I 
   
    shall 
   
    be 
   
    glad 
   
    then 
   
    to 
   
    call 
   
    you 
   
    into 
   
    my 
   
    service, 
   
    and 
   
    treat 
   
    you 
   
    like 
   
    men, 
   
    not 
   
    like 
    
     tygers 
   
    or 
   
    wolves, 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    you 
   
    prey 
   
    upon 
   
    human 
   
    bodies: 
   
    - 
   
    the 
   
    former 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    doctrine 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    Blessed 
   
    Saviour 
   
    Jesus 
   
    Christ; 
   
    the 
   
    latter 
   
    is 
   
    that 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    prophet 
   
    Mahomed. 
   
    Now, 
   
    brave 
   
    fellows! 
   
    which 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    best?" 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    "That 
   
    of 
   
    Christ: 
   
    but 
   
    our 
   
    Molaks 
   
    tell 
   
    us, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians 
   
    are 
   
    Caffers, 
   
    whose 
   
    persons 
   
    and 
   
    properties 
   
    are 
   
    made 
   
    lawful 
   
    prey 
   
    to 
   
    Musulmen.
   
    " 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "When 
   
    the 
   
    devil 
   
    tells 
   
    mankind 
   
    to 
   
    run 
   
    after 
   
    wickedness, 
   
    are 
   
    they 
   
    to 
   
    follow 
   
    that 
   
    evil 
   
    ones 
   
    advice?" 
   
    They 
   
    answered, 
   
    "No; 
   
    but 
   
    what 
   
    shall 
   
    we 
   
    do 
   
    to 
   
    live?" 
   
    He 
   
    said; 
   
    "Go, 
   
    till 
   
    your 
   
    lands; 
   
    live 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    sweat 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    brows: 
   
    - 
   
    God 
   
    is 
   
    the 
   
    creator 
   
    of 
   
    all, 
   
    not 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Musulmen 
   
    only: 
   
    the 
   
    beginning 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    prayers 
   
    tells 
   
    you 
   
    the 
   
    same; 
   
    but 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    blinded 
   
    by 
   
    your 
   
    own 
   
    learned 
   
    men, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    wolves 
   
    in 
   
    sheeps 
   
    clothing. 
   
    I 
   
    ask 
   
    you, 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    should 
   
    like 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    your 
   
    children 
   
    torn 
   
    away 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    arms, 
   
    and 
   
    your 
   
    wives 
   
    defiled 
   
    before 
   
    your 
   
    eyes 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Russians? 
   
    Or, 
   
    do 
   
    you 
   
    think 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    can 
   
    do 
   
    it, 
   
    or 
   
    not?" 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    "Yes; 
   
    very 
   
    easily.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    said, 
   
    "On 
   
    the 
   
    contrary, 
   
    they 
   
    defended 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    Dagistan 
   
    against 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shah, 
   
    by 
   
    supplying 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    ammunition, 
   
    which 
   
    saved 
   
    them 
   
    from 
   
    becoming 
   
    slaves 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Persians. 
   
    You 
   
    have 
   
    forgot 
   
    all 
   
    that. 
   
    Instead 
   
    of 
   
    being 
   
    grateful, 
   
    you 
   
    go 
   
    and 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians 
   
    and 
   
    Armenians 
   
    into 
   
    slavery, 
   
    who 
   
    are 
   
    their 
   
    fellow 
   
    Christians; 
   
    (they 
   
    still 
   
    bore 
   
    this 
   
    with 
   
    patience;
   
    ) 
   
    and 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    leave 
   
    your 
   
    wild 
   
    ways, 
   
    because 
   
    the 
   
    deceitful 
   
    disciples 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    impostor 
   
    Mahomed 
   
    forbid 
   
    you!" 
   
    In 
   
    this 
   
    manner 
   
    he 
   
    reasoned 
   
    almost 
   
    an 
   
    hour 
   
    and 
   
    an 
   
    half; 
   
    they 
   
    hanging 
   
    their 
   
    heads 
   
    down, 
   
    and 
   
    saying 
   
    nothing; 
   
    but, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    custom, 
   
    kissed 
   
    his 
   
    hands, 
   
    begging 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    pray 
   
    for 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    remember 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    always 
   
    under 
   
    his 
   
    command, 
   
    whenever 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    have 
   
    occasion 
   
    to 
   
    send 
   
    for 
   
    them. 
   
    They 
   
    then 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    content, 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    each 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    had 
   
    obtained 
   
    a 
   
    beautiful 
   
    Georgian 
   
    damsel.
 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    the 
   
    prince 
   
    of 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    never 
   
    opened 
   
    his 
   
    lips; 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    pensioner 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Russian 
   
    government, 
   
    but 
   
    as 
   
    great 
   
    a 
   
    rogue 
   
    as 
   
    ever 
   
    trod 
   
    on 
   
    ground. 
   
    This 
   
    man 
   
    hearing 
   
    at 
   
    Boragan 
   
    that 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    money, 
   
    was 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    making 
   
    free 
   
    with 
   
    pretended 
   
    familiarity, 
   
    handling 
   
    sometimes 
   
    his 
   
    bosom-pocket, 
   
    sometimes 
   
    his 
   
    side-pocket, 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    wanted 
   
    some 
   
    snuff 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    usually 
   
    carried 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    leather 
   
    bag. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    with 
   
    seeming 
   
    indifference, 
   
    never 
   
    took 
   
    it 
   
    amiss; 
   
    but 
   
    knowing 
   
    the 
   
    intention 
   
    of 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    took 
   
    care 
   
    to 
   
    remove 
   
    his 
   
    money 
   
    from 
   
    place 
   
    to 
   
    place 
   
    about 
   
    him, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    the 
   
    sharper 
   
    prince 
   
    believe 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    none, 
   
    and 
   
    mortified 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    soul 
   
    by 
   
    now 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    taking 
   
    a 
   
    zeckin 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    pocket, 
   
    and 
   
    giving 
   
    it 
   
    his 
   
    servant 
   
    to 
   
    buy 
   
    some 
   
    clothes: 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    for 
   
    granted 
   
    that 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    philosophers 
   
    stone, 
   
    and 
   
    needed 
   
    only 
   
    to 
   
    rub 
   
    his 
   
    thumb 
   
    against 
   
    his 
   
    finger, 
   
    to 
   
    produce 
   
    gold 
   
    whenever 
   
    he 
   
    wanted 
   
    it.
 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    day 
   
    they 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Khunzakh, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    received 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    politeness 
   
    by 
   
    Mahomed 
   
    Khan, 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    or 
   
    king, 
   
    to 
   
    whom 
   
    this 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    relation. 
   
    After 
   
    some 
   
    days, 
   
    he 
   
    well 
   
    learned 
   
    the 
   
    temper 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    friend 
   
    of 
   
    Ali; 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    that 
   
    Ali 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    treacherous 
   
    false 
   
    man, 
   
    although 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    relation 
   
    of 
   
    his; 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    often 
   
    behaved 
   
    not 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    honour, 
   
    and 
   
    several 
   
    times 
   
    brought 
   
    a 
   
    party 
   
    of 
   
    Russian 
   
    Cossacks, 
   
    and 
   
    drove 
   
    away 
   
    the 
   
    flocks 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    clan, 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    sake 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    paltry 
   
    pension 
   
    of 
   
    twenty 
   
    tumans 
   
    a 
   
    year, 
   
    which 
   
    is 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    400 
   
    rupees; 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    gratitude 
   
    for 
   
    Emins 
   
    goodness, 
   
    who 
   
    pacified 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    people 
   
    (meaning 
   
    those 
   
    12,
   
    000 
   
    men 
   
    who 
   
    were 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    cut 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    pieces, 
   
    when 
   
    at 
   
    Boragan), 
   
    from 
   
    that 
   
    place 
   
    to 
   
    this 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    studying 
   
    to 
   
    find 
   
    out 
   
    where 
   
    his 
   
    money 
   
    was, 
   
    forgetting 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    sworn 
   
    fidelity 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    Alkoran. 
   
    He 
   
    added, 
   
    "That 
   
    man 
   
    (meaning 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan) 
   
    is 
   
    neither 
   
    a 
   
    true 
   
    Musulman 
   
    nor 
   
    a 
   
    Christian; 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    kizelbah 
   
    (or 
   
    red-head);
   
    " 
   
    meaning 
   
    a 
   
    Persian 
   
    heretic.
 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan 
   
    finding 
   
    Emin 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    secure 
   
    place, 
   
    and 
   
    having 
   
    made 
   
    no 
   
    hand 
   
    of 
   
    him 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    cunning, 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    leave. 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    "as 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    returning 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    country 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    I 
   
    well 
   
    know 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    go 
   
    thence 
   
    to 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    where 
   
    you 
   
    learned 
   
    that 
   
    I 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    you, 
   
    a 
   
    treacherous 
   
    comrade, 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    get 
   
    it 
   
    from 
   
    me, 
   
    after 
   
    trying 
   
    all 
   
    your 
   
    cunning 
   
    and 
   
    base 
   
    arts! 
   
    Understand 
   
    me; 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    see 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    satisfied 
   
    in 
   
    their 
   
    minds, 
   
    that 
   
    their 
   
    countryman 
   
    Emin 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    the 
   
    person 
   
    they 
   
    imagined 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    deceived 
   
    by 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    the 
   
    prince 
   
    of 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    than 
   
    a 
   
    tool 
   
    of, 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    Khunzakh, 
   
    the 
   
    capital 
   
    of 
   
    Avar.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    added, 
   
    "When 
   
    you 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Kizlar, 
   
    make 
   
    my 
   
    compliments 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    general; 
   
    thank 
   
    him 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    good 
   
    opinion 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    principles, 
   
    without 
   
    having 
   
    seen 
   
    me!" 
   
    This 
   
    reprimanding 
   
    speech 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    natzals 
   
    presence, 
   
    who 
   
    approved 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    with 
   
    expressions 
   
    of 
   
    great 
   
    satisfaction; 
   
    and 
   
    Ali 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    dashed 
   
    with 
   
    chagrin.
 
   
    Emin, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    servant, 
   
    named 
   
    Mortazaly, 
   
    stayed 
   
    as 
   
    guests 
   
    with 
   
    Mahomed 
   
    Khan 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    passed 
   
    four 
   
    months 
   
    as 
   
    happy 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    in 
   
    Europe 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    fortune 
   
    of 
   
    5000l. 
   
    a-year. 
   
    The 
   
    behaviour 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    prince 
   
    had 
   
    never 
   
    the 
   
    appearance 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    Mahomedan, 
   
    except 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    sat 
   
    down 
   
    to 
   
    prayers. 
   
    The 
   
    princess 
   
    named 
   
    Bakher, 
   
    his 
   
    first 
   
    wife, 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    daughter 
   
    of 
   
    Utzmy 
   
    Shamkhall, 
   
    another 
   
    great 
   
    prince 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    N.
   
    E. 
   
    of 
   
    Dagestan. 
   
    Though 
   
    she 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    modesty 
   
    concealed 
   
    herself, 
   
    yet 
   
    her 
   
    politeness 
   
    and 
   
    hospitality 
   
    cannot 
   
    be 
   
    expressed, 
   
    she 
   
    sent 
   
    every 
   
    day 
   
    her 
   
    lady 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    chamber, 
   
    the 
   
    wife 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    cazy, 
   
    to 
   
    ask 
   
    how 
   
    Emin 
   
    did; 
   
    and 
   
    besides 
   
    the 
   
    three 
   
    usual 
   
    meals, 
   
    she 
   
    took 
   
    care 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    have 
   
    three 
   
    collations 
   
    of 
   
    fruit, 
   
    some 
   
    growing 
   
    there, 
   
    and 
   
    some 
   
    sent 
   
    to 
   
    them 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    distance 
   
    of 
   
    five 
   
    or 
   
    six 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    on 
   
    that 
   
    high 
   
    mountain. 
   
    In 
   
    regard 
   
    to 
   
    her 
   
    humanity, 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    Georgian 
   
    dumb 
   
    slave, 
   
    who 
   
    one 
   
    day 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    wash 
   
    himself 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    pond, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    unfortunately 
   
    drowned: 
   
    she 
   
    lamented 
   
    much, 
   
    gave 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    decent 
   
    burial, 
   
    ordered 
   
    six 
   
    sheep 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    killed, 
   
    called 
   
    poor 
   
    people 
   
    to 
   
    dine, 
   
    and 
   
    pray 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    soul, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    several 
   
    days 
   
    after 
   
    in 
   
    great 
   
    concern 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    accident. 
   
    Emin 
   
    sent 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    haram, 
   
    and 
   
    begged 
   
    of 
   
    her 
   
    to 
   
    know 
   
    if 
   
    such 
   
    liberality 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    Christian 
   
    was 
   
    allowed 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    Mahomedan 
   
    laws? 
   
    She 
   
    sent 
   
    for 
   
    answer, 
   
    that 
   
    humanity 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    law 
   
    of 
   
    Nature, 
   
    and 
   
    greater 
   
    than 
   
    any 
   
    law 
   
    made 
   
    by 
   
    men 
   
    in 
   
    power. 
   
    As 
   
    a 
   
    contrast 
   
    to 
   
    this, 
   
    Emin 
   
    remembers 
   
    an 
   
    Englishman 
   
    named 
   
    Gray, 
   
    who 
   
    died 
   
    at 
   
    a 
   
    Roman 
   
    Catholic 
   
    priests 
   
    quarters, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    church. 
   
    The 
   
    black-hearted 
   
    fellow, 
   
    unknown 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    ordered 
   
    two 
   
    men 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    corpse 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    unfortunate 
   
    young 
   
    fellow 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    legs, 
   
    and 
   
    throw 
   
    it 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    dog 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    hole. 
   
    Gray 
   
    paid 
   
    him 
   
    extraordinarily 
   
    well 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    board; 
   
    yet 
   
    the 
   
    rigid 
   
    monk 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    as 
   
    say, 
   
    Dust 
   
    thou 
   
    wast, 
   
    to 
   
    dust 
   
    thou 
   
    shalt 
   
    return!
 
   
    Both 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    lady 
   
    giving 
   
    hints, 
   
    that 
   
    if 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    an 
   
    inclination 
   
    to 
   
    command, 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    have 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    days 
   
    as 
   
    many 
   
    thousand 
   
    fighting 
   
    men 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    pleased; 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    turn-coat 
   
    Georgian, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    actuated 
   
    by 
   
    false 
   
    ambition, 
   
    and 
   
    ruin 
   
    his 
   
    country 
   
    for 
   
    nothing; 
   
    but 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    about 
   
    twenty 
   
    men 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    Catukh, 
   
    a 
   
    village 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    off, 
   
    from 
   
    whence 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    journey 
   
    of 
   
    about 
   
    three 
   
    or 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    mountains 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    called 
   
    Karabag: 
   
    that 
   
    was 
   
    all 
   
    he 
   
    wished 
   
    for: 
   
    he 
   
    rather 
   
    chose 
   
    to 
   
    die, 
   
    than 
   
    see 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    walk 
   
    lame. 
   
    This 
   
    very 
   
    sentiment 
   
    made 
   
    them 
   
    more 
   
    fond 
   
    of 
   
    him 
   
    than 
   
    before; 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    said, 
   
    "A 
   
    man 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    true 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    country, 
   
    will 
   
    be 
   
    so 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    friends; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    that 
   
    will 
   
    fight 
   
    against, 
   
    betray, 
   
    or 
   
    hate 
   
    it, 
   
    is 
   
    a 
   
    caffer, 
   
    having 
   
    neither 
   
    honour 
   
    nor 
   
    principles, 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    who 
   
    ruin 
   
    their 
   
    country 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    hands, 
   
    by 
   
    shewing 
   
    us 
   
    Lazguis 
   
    the 
   
    roads, 
   
    passes, 
   
    and 
   
    every 
   
    corner 
   
    of 
   
    it.
   
    "
 
   
    Here 
   
    Emin, 
   
    if 
   
    a 
   
    digression 
   
    may 
   
    be 
   
    excused, 
   
    cannot 
   
    help 
   
    confessing, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    repented 
   
    of 
   
    having 
   
    taken 
   
    an 
   
    oath 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Suciaz 
   
    Armenian 
   
    monk 
   
    in 
   
    Boragan, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    marry 
   
    among 
   
    the 
   
    Lazguis, 
   
    for 
   
    both 
   
    the 
   
    prince 
   
    and 
   
    princess 
   
    offered 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    three 
   
    daughters 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    marriage; 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    confessed 
   
    the 
   
    truth, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    vow 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    grave 
   
    of 
   
    St. 
   
    John, 
   
    (whom 
   
    they 
   
    call 
   
    Son 
   
    of 
   
    Zachariah 
   
    Yahya 
   
    Pegumber 
   
    the 
   
    prophet,
   
    ) 
   
    they 
   
    still 
   
    admired 
   
    Emins 
   
    honesty, 
   
    and 
   
    caressed 
   
    him 
   
    more 
   
    and 
   
    more. 
   
    Had 
   
    they 
   
    been 
   
    Christians, 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    have 
   
    lived 
   
    and 
   
    died 
   
    there 
   
    very 
   
    happily, 
   
    finding 
   
    among 
   
    them 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    politeness, 
   
    hospitality, 
   
    simplicity, 
   
    and 
   
    true 
   
    liberty, 
   
    which 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    saved 
   
    him 
   
    many 
   
    cringing 
   
    postures 
   
    at 
   
    great 
   
    mens 
   
    doors 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    livelihood. 
   
    The 
   
    nutzal 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    given 
   
    him 
   
    land 
   
    enough, 
   
    with 
   
    men 
   
    for 
   
    agriculture, 
   
    oxen 
   
    to 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    ground, 
   
    and 
   
    flocks 
   
    of 
   
    sheep 
   
    in 
   
    abundance: 
   
    the 
   
    climate 
   
    is 
   
    wholesome, 
   
    and, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    sober 
   
    wife, 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    enjoyed 
   
    it 
   
    a 
   
    hundred 
   
    years, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    conscience 
   
    have 
   
    died 
   
    contented, 
   
    without 
   
    being 
   
    envied 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    ambitious 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    mankind, 
   
    nor 
   
    would 
   
    his 
   
    poor 
   
    ears 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    plagued 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    appellation 
   
    of 
   
    Prince; 
   
    for 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    move 
   
    on 
   
    ever 
   
    so 
   
    hardly, 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    will 
   
    cry 
   
    out, 
   
    Emin 
   
    wanted 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    king; 
   
    - 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    one, 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    sold 
   
    his 
   
    conscience, 
   
    and 
   
    abandoned 
   
    humanity! 
   
    - 
   
    Let 
   
    the 
   
    world 
   
    see 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    imperfect 
   
    book; 
   
    his 
   
    mind 
   
    is 
   
    as 
   
    humble 
   
    as 
   
    dust, 
   
    but 
   
    his 
   
    ambition 
   
    has 
   
    always 
   
    been 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    his 
   
    countrymen 
   
    free, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    hopes 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    the 
   
    wish 
   
    of 
   
    every 
   
    honest 
   
    man.
 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    well 
   
    established 
   
    a 
   
    friendship 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    he 
   
    desired 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    order 
   
    some 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    to 
   
    accompany 
   
    him 
   
    down 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    Charr, 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Catukh 
   
    village, 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    journey 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    lower 
   
    woody 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    Dagistan, 
   
    originally 
   
    belonging 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    plentiful 
   
    place, 
   
    producing 
   
    all 
   
    kinds 
   
    of 
   
    fruit. 
   
    They 
   
    favoured 
   
    him, 
   
    besides 
   
    twenty 
   
    - 
   
    five 
   
    men, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    that 
   
    republic, 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    form:
 
   
    "The 
   
    bearer, 
   
    Emin, 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    Christian, 
   
    having 
   
    been 
   
    taken 
   
    proper 
   
    notice 
   
    of 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    carols 
   
    of 
   
    Frankistan, 
   
    the 
   
    Russian 
   
    pudeshahs 
   
    vizier 
   
    recommended 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    letter 
   
    to 
   
    prince 
   
    Heraclius. 
   
    That 
   
    caffer, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    rewarding 
   
    his 
   
    services, 
   
    has 
   
    turned 
   
    him 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    country. 
   
    He 
   
    is 
   
    returning 
   
    over 
   
    the 
   
    Oss 
   
    (or 
   
    Caucasian 
   
    mountains), 
   
    and 
   
    going 
   
    through 
   
    Circassia 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    village 
   
    of 
   
    Boragan. 
   
    The 
   
    Michkiz 
   
    nation, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    woody 
   
    province 
   
    of 
   
    Chachan, 
   
    coming 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    sake 
   
    of 
   
    booty, 
   
    several 
   
    thousands 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    offered 
   
    their 
   
    services 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    in 
   
    order 
   
    to 
   
    march 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    desolation 
   
    of 
   
    Georgia; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    being 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    inclined 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    enterprize, 
   
    dismissed 
   
    them, 
   
    making 
   
    Ali 
   
    Sultan, 
   
    my 
   
    relation, 
   
    his 
   
    guide, 
   
    as 
   
    far 
   
    as 
   
    this 
   
    place; 
   
    where 
   
    we 
   
    received 
   
    him 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    law 
   
    of 
   
    hospitality 
   
    ordained 
   
    by 
   
    Abraham, 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    prophets. 
   
    The 
   
    truth 
   
    and 
   
    honesty 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    heart 
   
    made 
   
    us 
   
    love, 
   
    respect, 
   
    and 
   
    caress 
   
    him, 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    born 
   
    with 
   
    us 
   
    of 
   
    one 
   
    mother. 
   
    We 
   
    cannot 
   
    doubt 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    Jamahat 
   
    of 
   
    Charr, 
   
    or 
   
    Esembly, 
   
    will 
   
    receive 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    as 
   
    friendly 
   
    a 
   
    manner 
   
    as 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    done; 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    must 
   
    not 
   
    expect 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    with 
   
    you, 
   
    inroading 
   
    or 
   
    making 
   
    incursions 
   
    into 
   
    Georgia; 
   
    for 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    true 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    faith; 
   
    and 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    Georgian, 
   
    false 
   
    and 
   
    distrustful! 
   
    But 
   
    if 
   
    there 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    any 
   
    expedition 
   
    going 
   
    on 
   
    against 
   
    the 
   
    Refzys, 
   
    he 
   
    will 
   
    have 
   
    no 
   
    objection. 
   
    Given 
   
    under 
   
    my 
   
    hand 
   
    and 
   
    seal 
   
    unclosed, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    city 
   
    of 
   
    Khanzakh, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    kingdom 
   
    of 
   
    Avar.
   
    "
 
   
    This 
   
    letter 
   
    served 
   
    him 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    passport 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way, 
   
    through 
   
    different 
   
    republics 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    mountains, 
   
    not 
   
    subject 
   
    to 
   
    any 
   
    prince 
   
    but 
   
    by 
   
    their 
   
    tenure, 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal 
   
    can 
   
    call 
   
    upon 
   
    them 
   
    when 
   
    their 
   
    service 
   
    is 
   
    wanted 
   
    against 
   
    any 
   
    power; 
   
    that 
   
    is 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    Turks, 
   
    Persians, 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    forth.
 
   
    After 
   
    travelling 
   
    two 
   
    days, 
   
    about 
   
    two 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    afternoon, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    marching 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    twenty-five 
   
    men 
   
    through 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    meadow, 
   
    and 
   
    passing 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    village 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    left 
   
    called 
   
    Cutakh, 
   
    a 
   
    Lazgui 
   
    named 
   
    Mohamed, 
   
    observing 
   
    that 
   
    Emins 
   
    dress 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    rest, 
   
    and 
   
    perceiving 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    came 
   
    up, 
   
    and 
   
    gently 
   
    laying 
   
    hold 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    reins 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    horse, 
   
    carried 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    house, 
   
    very 
   
    happy 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    rich 
   
    booty; 
   
    securing 
   
    also 
   
    his 
   
    led 
   
    and 
   
    pack 
   
    horses. 
   
    About 
   
    500 
   
    villagers, 
   
    and 
   
    as 
   
    many 
   
    women, 
   
    making 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    throng 
   
    about 
   
    him, 
   
    sat 
   
    down, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    custom, 
   
    to 
   
    divide 
   
    the 
   
    booty. 
   
    The 
   
    head 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    nutzals 
   
    people 
   
    told 
   
    them 
   
    very 
   
    coolly, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    certainly 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian, 
   
    but 
   
    not 
   
    such 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    thought. 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    that 
   
    Dagistan 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    sacred 
   
    country; 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    by 
   
    their 
   
    law 
   
    no 
   
    Christian 
   
    could 
   
    go 
   
    through 
   
    it, 
   
    unless 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    chained 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    slave 
   
    for 
   
    sale; 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    gentlemans 
   
    reasoning 
   
    with 
   
    them 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    effect. 
   
    He 
   
    therefore 
   
    left 
   
    Emin 
   
    among 
   
    them, 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    elders 
   
    of 
   
    other 
   
    villages. 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    gone 
   
    about 
   
    an 
   
    hour; 
   
    during 
   
    which 
   
    time 
   
    the 
   
    women, 
   
    old 
   
    and 
   
    young, 
   
    sat 
   
    round 
   
    him, 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    dead, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    musical 
   
    voice 
   
    lamenting 
   
    his 
   
    situation, 
   
    and 
   
    bewailing 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    and 
   
    mother, 
   
    thinking 
   
    how 
   
    unhappy 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    their 
   
    son 
   
    was 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    slave; 
   
    tears 
   
    running 
   
    down 
   
    their 
   
    cheeks, 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    lost 
   
    a 
   
    son 
   
    or 
   
    a 
   
    brother; 
   
    little 
   
    imagining 
   
    the 
   
    charge 
   
    of 
   
    burial, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    funeral 
   
    dinner, 
   
    would 
   
    cost 
   
    Mahomed 
   
    his 
   
    whole 
   
    winters 
   
    provision; 
   
    for 
   
    he, 
   
    discerning 
   
    Emins 
   
    friend, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    of 
   
    600 
   
    armed 
   
    men, 
   
    coming 
   
    down 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    brow 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    adjoining 
   
    hill, 
   
    directly 
   
    drove 
   
    away 
   
    both 
   
    men 
   
    and 
   
    women, 
   
    and, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    gigantic 
   
    mother, 
   
    fell 
   
    down 
   
    upon 
   
    their 
   
    knees, 
   
    and 
   
    begged 
   
    Emin, 
   
    the 
   
    dead 
   
    man, 
   
    to 
   
    save 
   
    their 
   
    house, 
   
    by 
   
    saying, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    brought 
   
    in 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    guest, 
   
    not 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    slave. 
   
    Emin 
   
    consented 
   
    to 
   
    say 
   
    so; 
   
    and 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    came 
   
    and 
   
    asked 
   
    him, 
   
    how 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    used 
   
    by 
   
    that 
   
    fellow, 
   
    Mahomed? 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    "As 
   
    a 
   
    guest.
   
    " 
   
    They 
   
    said, 
   
    "That 
   
    word 
   
    saved 
   
    his 
   
    house 
   
    from 
   
    being 
   
    pulled 
   
    down.
   
    " 
   
    The 
   
    nutzals 
   
    letter 
   
    was 
   
    read 
   
    again 
   
    to 
   
    them; 
   
    they 
   
    all 
   
    shook 
   
    hands 
   
    with 
   
    Emin; 
   
    and 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    fortunate 
   
    the 
   
    landlord 
   
    returned 
   
    his 
   
    things 
   
    before 
   
    they 
   
    came 
   
    there, 
   
    otherwise 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    escaped 
   
    their 
   
    fury, 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    transgression 
   
    against 
   
    the 
   
    law 
   
    of 
   
    hospitality, 
   
    in 
   
    Dagistan 
   
    particularly, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    bold 
   
    to 
   
    treat 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    rough 
   
    manner 
   
    the 
   
    most 
   
    beloved 
   
    friend 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal. 
   
    He 
   
    ordered 
   
    the 
   
    fellow 
   
    to 
   
    bring 
   
    victuals, 
   
    and 
   
    they, 
   
    like 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    wolves, 
   
    devoured 
   
    every 
   
    morsel 
   
    of 
   
    dried 
   
    beef 
   
    and 
   
    mutton, 
   
    and 
   
    obliged 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    Emins 
   
    people 
   
    seven 
   
    large 
   
    sheep, 
   
    which 
   
    served 
   
    them 
   
    three 
   
    days 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    way.
 
   
    When 
   
    they 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    Catukh, 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    Wednesday, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    nutzals 
   
    general 
   
    letter 
   
    was 
   
    read 
   
    by 
   
    Molah 
   
    Musa, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    assembly 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    Mesgid, 
   
    on 
   
    Friday 
   
    after 
   
    prayers. 
   
    All 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    made 
   
    Emin 
   
    welcome, 
   
    and 
   
    were 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    escaped 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    hands 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    caffer 
   
    Heraclius. 
   
    Hajy 
   
    Mustapha, 
   
    at 
   
    whose 
   
    house 
   
    he 
   
    alighted, 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    that 
   
    as 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    his 
   
    wish, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    purport 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    letter 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    nutzal, 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    Armenia, 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    conduct 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    Talla, 
   
    an 
   
    hours 
   
    journey 
   
    from 
   
    that 
   
    place, 
   
    where 
   
    there 
   
    were 
   
    many 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchants 
   
    lying 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    caravanserai, 
   
    some 
   
    of 
   
    whom, 
   
    for 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    affairs, 
   
    would 
   
    soon 
   
    depart, 
   
    when 
   
    Emin 
   
    might 
   
    join 
   
    them 
   
    in 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    caravan 
   
    with 
   
    them. 
   
    Emin, 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    intelligence, 
   
    set 
   
    out 
   
    with 
   
    Hajy 
   
    Mustapha, 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    servant 
   
    Mortazaly 
   
    Ali, 
   
    and 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    place 
   
    called 
   
    Talla, 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    hajy, 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    custom 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Lazguis, 
   
    took 
   
    and 
   
    introduced 
   
    him 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    guest 
   
    to 
   
    another 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    village 
   
    of 
   
    Talla. 
   
    Just 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    entered 
   
    the 
   
    court-yard 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    there 
   
    came 
   
    out 
   
    two 
   
    Turkish 
   
    women, 
   
    wives 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    landlord, 
   
    like 
   
    mad 
   
    dogs, 
   
    scolding 
   
    Mustapha 
   
    furiously 
   
    for 
   
    bringing 
   
    his 
   
    guests 
   
    always 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    house. 
   
    Hajy 
   
    Mustapha 
   
    ran 
   
    away; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    master 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house 
   
    begged 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    alight 
   
    for 
   
    half 
   
    an 
   
    hour, 
   
    till 
   
    his 
   
    son 
   
    returned. 
   
    Just 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    the 
   
    son 
   
    came, 
   
    and 
   
    took 
   
    Emin 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    servant 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    before-mentioned 
   
    caravanserai, 
   
    about 
   
    800 
   
    yards 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    house. 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    flattered 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    hopes 
   
    of 
   
    going 
   
    among 
   
    his 
   
    fellow 
   
    Christians, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    that 
   
    their 
   
    poisonous 
   
    words 
   
    would 
   
    shoot 
   
    through 
   
    his 
   
    heart. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    reached 
   
    the 
   
    gates 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    hellish 
   
    mansion, 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    came 
   
    and 
   
    stood 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    entry, 
   
    looking 
   
    as 
   
    pale 
   
    as 
   
    death; 
   
    and, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    speaking 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    told 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    Lazgui, 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    room 
   
    to 
   
    spare. 
   
    "Take 
   
    him,
   
    " 
   
    said 
   
    they, 
   
    "to 
   
    your 
   
    house 
   
    again, 
   
    he 
   
    shall 
   
    by 
   
    no 
   
    means 
   
    enter 
   
    here; 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    king; 
   
    we 
   
    have 
   
    nothing 
   
    to 
   
    say 
   
    to 
   
    him.
   
    "
 
   
    The 
   
    poor 
   
    young 
   
    man, 
   
    surprized 
   
    at 
   
    their 
   
    behaviour, 
   
    and 
   
    afflicted 
   
    at 
   
    Emins 
   
    situation, 
   
    said, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    meek 
   
    voice, 
   
    "Never 
   
    mind, 
   
    Sir, 
   
    God 
   
    is 
   
    great; 
   
    let 
   
    us 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    our 
   
    house 
   
    again.
   
    " 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    they 
   
    turned 
   
    their 
   
    horses 
   
    heads, 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    Jews 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    murmur 
   
    like 
   
    cowardly 
   
    dogs 
   
    standing 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    terrace 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    house 
   
    to 
   
    bark 
   
    at 
   
    passengers. 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    nearly 
   
    provoked 
   
    to 
   
    turn 
   
    and 
   
    fire 
   
    at 
   
    them; 
   
    for 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    killed 
   
    ever 
   
    so 
   
    many, 
   
    nobody 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    restrained 
   
    him; 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    man 
   
    his 
   
    companion 
   
    would 
   
    very 
   
    willingly 
   
    have 
   
    joined 
   
    him; 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Lazguis 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    since 
   
    among 
   
    them, 
   
    to 
   
    kill 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    is 
   
    no 
   
    more 
   
    regarded, 
   
    than 
   
    to 
   
    cut 
   
    a 
   
    cucumber 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    knife. 
   
    Yet 
   
    he 
   
    bore 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    patience 
   
    all 
   
    their 
   
    satirical 
   
    insolent 
   
    expressions. 
   
    Had 
   
    not 
   
    his 
   
    English 
   
    education 
   
    helped 
   
    to 
   
    prevent 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    behaved 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    their 
   
    deserts: 
   
    he 
   
    only 
   
    comforted 
   
    himself 
   
    with 
   
    thinking, 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    all 
   
    Georgians, 
   
    not 
   
    genuine 
   
    Armenians. 
   
    The 
   
    Lazgui 
   
    boy, 
   
    very 
   
    much 
   
    resembling 
   
    an 
   
    English 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    asked 
   
    him 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    how 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    be 
   
    so 
   
    fond 
   
    of 
   
    so 
   
    worthless 
   
    a 
   
    people? 
   
    And 
   
    added, 
   
    "Is 
   
    that 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    reward 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    pains, 
   
    and 
   
    dangerous 
   
    travels 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    world, 
   
    particularly 
   
    in 
   
    Dagistan, 
   
    where 
   
    the 
   
    birds 
   
    cannot 
   
    fly 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    air 
   
    without 
   
    being 
   
    sensible 
   
    of 
   
    terror; 
   
    yet 
   
    there 
   
    the 
   
    Lazguis 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    heart 
   
    received 
   
    you, 
   
    elected 
   
    you 
   
    to 
   
    rule 
   
    over 
   
    them 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    sovereign, 
   
    and 
   
    are 
   
    always 
   
    ready 
   
    to 
   
    follow 
   
    you. 
   
    This 
   
    exasperating 
   
    affront 
   
    is 
   
    inexcusable; 
   
    pardon 
   
    me, 
   
    Sir; 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    do 
   
    nothing 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    with 
   
    that 
   
    conscience 
   
    and 
   
    humanity 
   
    of 
   
    yours: 
   
    remember 
   
    me, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    but 
   
    nineteen 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age, 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    predict, 
   
    that 
   
    one 
   
    day 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    find 
   
    all 
   
    your 
   
    trouble 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    vain.
   
    " 
   
    On 
   
    entering 
   
    the 
   
    courtyard, 
   
    the 
   
    exhortation 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    young 
   
    gentleman 
   
    ended.
 
   
    Emin 
   
    slept 
   
    there 
   
    that 
   
    night, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    went 
   
    back 
   
    to 
   
    Catukh, 
   
    to 
   
    Hajy 
   
    Mustaphas 
   
    house, 
   
    but 
   
    found 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    absent. 
   
    There 
   
    were 
   
    two 
   
    Armenians 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    cast 
   
    lodging 
   
    in 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    rooms 
   
    annexed 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    house, 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    hajys 
   
    protection, 
   
    carrying 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    sort 
   
    of 
   
    trade 
   
    as 
   
    shopkeepers, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    capital 
   
    of 
   
    about 
   
    two 
   
    thousand 
   
    rupees, 
   
    but 
   
    as 
   
    insolent 
   
    as 
   
    the 
   
    richest 
   
    of 
   
    them. 
   
    These 
   
    men 
   
    set 
   
    the 
   
    landlady 
   
    on 
   
    to 
   
    turn 
   
    Emin 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house: 
   
    the 
   
    messenger 
   
    between 
   
    the 
   
    two 
   
    parties 
   
    was 
   
    Emins 
   
    servant 
   
    Mortazaly. 
   
    At 
   
    last 
   
    the 
   
    servant 
   
    was 
   
    told 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    hajys 
   
    wife, 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    were 
   
    the 
   
    reason 
   
    of 
   
    her 
   
    pressing 
   
    his 
   
    master 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    house; 
   
    that 
   
    since 
   
    those 
   
    two 
   
    shopkeepers 
   
    were 
   
    of 
   
    some 
   
    profit 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    hajy, 
   
    she 
   
    was 
   
    obliged 
   
    through 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    give 
   
    Emin 
   
    warning; 
   
    and 
   
    she 
   
    concluded 
   
    with 
   
    saying, 
   
    "Tell 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    do 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    pleases.
   
    " 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    heard 
   
    that 
   
    last 
   
    message, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    placed 
   
    his 
   
    baggage 
   
    under 
   
    a 
   
    large 
   
    walnut-tree, 
   
    to 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    twisted 
   
    a 
   
    vine, 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    bunches 
   
    of 
   
    grapes 
   
    hanging 
   
    down 
   
    over 
   
    his 
   
    head 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    cool 
   
    brook; 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    let 
   
    loose 
   
    his 
   
    horses 
   
    to 
   
    graze 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    court-yard, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    fine 
   
    garden, 
   
    threatening 
   
    the 
   
    paultry 
   
    shopkeepers 
   
    to 
   
    punish 
   
    them 
   
    for 
   
    their 
   
    baseness. 
   
    They, 
   
    through 
   
    fear, 
   
    killed 
   
    two 
   
    large 
   
    fowls, 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    pilau, 
   
    and 
   
    invited 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    supper. 
   
    The 
   
    next 
   
    day 
   
    the 
   
    hajy 
   
    came 
   
    back; 
   
    and 
   
    having 
   
    learned 
   
    what 
   
    had 
   
    passed 
   
    the 
   
    day 
   
    before, 
   
    was 
   
    extremely 
   
    angry. 
   
    Had 
   
    not 
   
    Emin 
   
    interfered, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty 
   
    quieted 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    really 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    cut 
   
    off, 
   
    first 
   
    his 
   
    termagant 
   
    wifes 
   
    head, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    those 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    thoughtless 
   
    Armenian 
   
    shopkeepers.
 
   
    The 
   
    hajy 
   
    took 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    country-seat, 
   
    three 
   
    miles 
   
    off, 
   
    where 
   
    his 
   
    second 
   
    wife 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    farm, 
   
    with 
   
    cattle 
   
    and 
   
    horses. 
   
    He 
   
    lodged 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    tower, 
   
    just 
   
    big 
   
    enough 
   
    for 
   
    five 
   
    or 
   
    six 
   
    men, 
   
    and 
   
    put 
   
    his 
   
    horses 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    stable, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    midst 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    people 
   
    against 
   
    whom 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    fought 
   
    near 
   
    Tifflis, 
   
    wounding 
   
    thirteen 
   
    of 
   
    them, 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    whom 
   
    was 
   
    dead. 
   
    They 
   
    all 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    revenging 
   
    themselves, 
   
    like 
   
    other 
   
    Mahomedans, 
   
    they 
   
    respected 
   
    and 
   
    loved 
   
    him, 
   
    expressing 
   
    wonder 
   
    how 
   
    his 
   
    few 
   
    lads 
   
    could 
   
    stand 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    hours 
   
    against 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    veterans. 
   
    They, 
   
    at 
   
    Emins 
    
     expence, 
   
    took 
   
    great 
   
    care 
   
    to 
   
    bake, 
   
    boil, 
   
    sew, 
   
    and 
   
    wash 
   
    for 
   
    him, 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    cheerfulness 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could 
   
    wish; 
   
    nor 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    apprehension 
   
    in 
   
    regard 
   
    of 
   
    what 
   
    had 
   
    passed 
   
    before. 
   
    The 
   
    servant 
   
    that 
   
    came 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    hopes 
   
    of 
   
    procuring 
   
    a 
   
    slave, 
   
    finding 
   
    his 
   
    inclination 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    least 
   
    bent 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    marauding 
   
    to 
   
    Georgia, 
   
    with 
   
    several 
   
    bands 
   
    who 
   
    offered 
   
    at 
   
    different 
   
    times 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    themselves 
   
    under 
   
    his 
   
    command, 
   
    asked 
   
    leave 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    away 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    country, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    granted. 
   
    As 
   
    there 
   
    was 
   
    no 
   
    agreement 
   
    for 
   
    wages, 
   
    Emin 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    present 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    bay 
   
    horse 
   
    for 
   
    three 
   
    months 
   
    service: 
   
    he 
   
    then 
   
    went 
   
    away 
   
    with 
   
    as 
   
    much 
   
    content 
   
    as 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    procured 
   
    a 
   
    Georgian 
   
    slave. 
   
    Emin 
   
    thought 
   
    proper 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    under 
   
    Hajy 
   
    Mustaphas 
   
    protection 
   
    at 
   
    Catukh, 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    some 
   
    news 
   
    from 
   
    Armenia 
   
    and 
   
    Georgia; 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    mean 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    derive 
   
    some 
   
    advantage 
   
    from 
   
    gaining 
   
    the 
   
    affection 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    place, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    ten 
   
    hours 
   
    journey 
   
    to 
   
    Kissikh, 
   
    the 
   
    frontier 
   
    of 
   
    Cakhet, 
   
    and 
   
    four 
   
    days 
   
    to 
   
    Carabagh, 
   
    the 
   
    north 
   
    of 
   
    Armenia.