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YOUNG Vorontsóv was much pleased that it was he, and not any one else, who had succeeded in winning over and receiving Hadji Murád — next to Shamil Russia's chief and most active enemy. There was just one unpleasant thing about it: General Meller-Zakomélsky was in command of the army in Vozdvízhensk, and the whole affair ought to have been carried out through him; and as Vorontsóv had done everything himself without reporting it, there might be some unpleasantness; and this thought somewhat interfered with his satisfaction. On reaching his house he entrusted Hadji Murád's henchmen to the regimental adjutant, and himself showed Hadji Murád into the house.
Princess Mary Vasílevna, elegantly dressed and smiling, and her little son, a handsome curly-headed, six-year-old boy, met Hadji Murád in the drawing room. The latter placed his hands on his heart, and through the interpreter
Hadji Murád's appearance and manners pleased Mary Vasílevna, and the fact that he flushed when she held out her large white hand to him, inclined her still more in his favour. She invited him to sit down; and having asked him whether he drank coffee, had some served up. He, however, declined it when it came. He understood a little Russian, but could not speak it. When something was said which he could not understand he smiled, and his smile pleased Mary Vasílevna just as it had pleased Poltorátsky. The curly-headed, keen-eyed little boy (whom his mother called Búlka) standing beside her did not take his eyes off Hadji Murád, whom he had always heard spoken of as a great warrior.
Leaving Hadji Murád with his wife, Vorontsóv went to his office to do what was necessary about reporting the fact of Hadji Murád's having
When the Prince entered, Hadji Murád rose at once, and surprising and offending Búlka by putting him off his knee, changed the playful expression of his face to a stern and serious one; and he only sat down again when Vorontsóv had himself taken a seat.
Continuing the conversation, he answered Mary Vasílevna by telling her that it was a law
"Thy son, kunák!" he said in Russian, patting the curly head of the boy, who had again climbed on his knee.
"He is delightful, your brigand!" said Mary Vasílevna, to her husband in French. "Búlka has been admiring his dagger, and he has given it to him."
Búlka showed the dagger to his father. "C'est un objet de prix!"[15] added she.
"Il faudra trouver l'occasion de lui faire cadeau,"[16] said Vorontsóv.
Hadji Murád, his eyes turned down, sat stroking the boy's curly head and saying: "Dzhigit, dzhigit!"
"A beautiful, beautiful dagger," said Vorontsóv, half drawing out the sharpened blade, which had a ridge down the centre. "I thank thee!"
"Ask him what I can do for him," he said to the interpreter.
The interpreter translated, and Hadji Murád
Vorontsóv called his valet, and told him to do what Hadji Murád desired.
As soon as Hadji Murád was alone in the room allotted to him his face altered. The pleased expression, now kindly and now stately, vanished, and a look of anxiety showed itself. Vorontsóv had received him far better than Hadji Murád had expected. But the better the reception the less did Hadji Murád trust Vorontsóv and his officers. He feared everything: that he might be seized, chained, and sent to Siberia, or simply killed; and therefore he was on his guard. He asked Eldár, when the latter entered his room, where his murids had been put, and whether their arms had been taken from them, and where the horses were. Eldár reported that the horses were in the Prince's stables; that the men had been placed in a barn; that they retained their arms, and that the interpreter was giving them food and tea.
Hadji Murád shook his head in doubt; and
At four in the afternoon the interpreter came to call him to dine with the Prince.
At dinner he hardly ate anything, except some pilau,[17] to which he helped himself from the very part of the dish from which Mary Vasílevna had helped herself.
"He is afraid we shall poison him," Mary Vasílevna remarked to her husband. "He has helped himself from the place where I took my helping." Then, instantly turning to Hadji Murád, she asked him through the interpreter when he would pray again. Hadji Murád lifted five fingers and pointed to the sun. "Then it will soon be time," and Vorontsóv drew out his watch and pressed a spring. The watch struck four and one quarter. This evidently surprised Hadji Murád, and he asked to hear it again, and to be allowed to look at the watch.
"Voilà l'occasion! Donnez lui la montre,"[18] said the Princess to her husband.
Vorontsóv at once offered the watch to Hadji Murád.
The latter placed his hand on his breast and took the watch. Several times He touched the spring, listened, and nodded his head approvingly.
After dinner, Meller-Zakomélsky's aide-de-camp was announced.
The aide-de-camp informed the Prince that the General, having heard of Hadji Murád's arrival, was highly displeased that this had not been reported to him, and required Hadji Murád to be brought to him without delay. Vorontsóv replied that the General's command should be obeyed; and through the interpreter he informed Hadji Murád of these orders and asked him to go to Meller with him.
When Mary Vasílevna heard what the aide-de-camp had come about, she at once understood that unpleasantness might arise between her husband and the General, and decided, in spite of all her husband's attempts to dissuade her, to go with him and Hadji Murád.
"Vous feriez bien mieux de rester — c'est mon affaire, non pas la votre...."[19]
"Vous ne pouvez pas m'empêcher d'aller voir madame la générale!"[20]
"You could go some other time."
"But I wish to go now!"
There was no help for it, so Vorontsóv agreed; and they all three went.
When they entered, Meller with sombre politeness conducted Mary Vasílevna to his wife, and told his aide-de-camp to show Hadji Murád into the waiting-room, and not let him out till further orders.
"Please..." he said to Vorontsóv, opening the door of his study and letting the Prince enter before him.
Having entered the study, he stopped in front of the Prince and said, without offering him a seat,—
"I am in command here, and therefore all negotiations with the enemy must be carried on through me! Why did you not report to me the fact of Hadji Murád's having come over?"
"An emissary came to me and announced
"I ask you why I was not informed?"
"I intended to do so, Baron, but..."
"You are not to address me as 'Baron,' but as 'Your Excellency'!" And here the Baron's pent-up irritation suddenly broke out, and he uttered all that had long been boiling in his soul.
"I have not served my sovereign twenty-seven years in order that men who began their service yesterday, relying on family connections, should give orders under my very nose about matters that do not concern them!"
"Your Excellency, I request you will not say things that are incorrect!" interrupted Vorontsóv.
"I am saying what is correct, and I won't allow..." said the General, still more irritably.
But at that moment Mary Vasílevna entered, rustling with her skirts, and followed by a little modest-looking lady, Meller-Zakomélsky's wife.
"Come, come, Baron! Simon did not wish to displease you," began Mary Vasílevna.
"I am not speaking about that, Princess..."
"Well, you know, let's leave all that!... You know, 'A bad peace is better than a good quarrel!' ... Oh dear, what am I saying?" and she laughed.
The angry General capitulated to the enchanting laugh of the beauty. A smile hovered under his moustache.
"I confess I was wrong," said Vorontsóv, "but—"
"Well, and I too got rather carried away," said Meller, and held out his hand to the Prince.
Peace was re-established, and it was decided to leave Hadji Murád for the present at Meller's, and then to send him to the commander of the left flank.
Hadji Murád sat in the next room, and though he did not understand what was said, he understood what it was necessary for him to understand — namely, that they were quarrelling about him, and that his desertion of Shamil was a matter of immense importance to the Russians,
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