weeks the capital would be deserted.
"Shall we go to Germany with your father?" asked Boris, as he sat
at a window with Helena, enjoying the long twilight.
"No, my Boris," she answered; "we will go to Kinesma."
"But--Helena,--golubchik, mon ange,--are you in earnest?"
"Yes, my Boris. The last letter from your--our cousin Nadejda
convinces me that the step must be taken. Prince Alexis has grown
much older since your mother's death; he is
lonely and
unhappy. He
may not
welcome us, but he will surely suffer us to come to him;
and we must then begin the work of
reconciliation. Reflect, my
Boris, that you have
keenly wounded him in the tenderest part,--his
pride,--and you must
therefore cast away your own pride, and humbly
and
respectfully, as becomes a son,
solicit his pardon."
"Yes," said he, hesitatingly, "you are right. But I know his
violence and recklessness, as you do not. For myself, alone, I am
willing to meet him; yet I fear for your sake. Would you not
tremble to
encounter a maddened and
brutal mujik?--then how much
more to meet Alexis Pavlovitch of Kinesma!"
"I do not and shall not tremble," she replied. "It is not your
marriage that has estranged your father, but your marriage with
ME. Having been,
unconsciously, the cause of the trouble, I
shall
deliberately, and as a
sacred duty, attempt to remove it.
Let us go to Kinesma, as
humble,
penitent children, and cast
ourselves upon your father's mercy. At the worst, he can but
reject us; and you will have given me the
consolation of knowing
that I have tried, as your wife, to annul the sacrifice you have
made for my sake."
"Be it so, then!" cried Boris, with a mingled feeling of
relief and
anxiety.
He was not
unwilling that the attempt should be made, especially
since it was his wife's desire; but he knew his father too well to
anticipate immediate success. All threatening POSSIBILITIES
suggested themselves to his mind; all forms of
insult and outrage
which he had seen perpetrated at Kinesma filled his memory. The
suspense became at last worse than any
probablereality. He wrote
to his father, announcing a
speedy visit from himself and his wife;
and two days afterwards the pair left St. Petersburg in a large
travelling kibitka.
X.
When Prince Alexis received his son's letter, an expression of
fierce, cruel delight crept over his face, and there remained,
horribly illuminating its
haggard features. The orders given for
swimming horses in the Volga--one of his summer diversions--were
immediately countermanded; he paced around the parapet of the
castle-wall until near
midnight, followed by Sasha with a stone jug
of vodki. The latter had the useful habit,
notwithstanding his
stupid face, of picking up the fragments of soliloquy which the
Prince dropped, and answering them as if talking to himself.
Thus he improved upon and perfected many a hint of
cruelty, and was
too
discreet ever to
dispute his master's claim to the invention.
Sasha, we may be sure, was busy with his devil's work that night.
The next morning the stewards and agents of Prince Alexis, in
castle, village, and field, were
summoned to his presence.
"Hark ye!" said he; "Borka and his trumpery wife send me word that
they will be here to-morrow. See to it that every man, woman, and
child, for ten versts out on the Moskovskoi road, knows of their
coming. Let it be known that
whoeveruncovers his head before them
shall
uncover his back for a hundred lashes. Whomsoever they greet
may bark like a dog, meeouw like a cat, or bray like an ass, as
much as he chooses; but if he speaks a
decent word, his tongue
shall be silenced with stripes. Whoever shall
insult them has my
pardon in advance. Oh, let them come!--ay, let them come! Come
they may: but how they go away again"----
The Prince Alexis suddenly stopped, shook his head, and walked up
and down the hall, muttering to himself. His eyes were bloodshot,
and sparkled with a strange light. What the stewards had heard was
plain enough; but that something more terrible than
insult was yet
held in reserve they did not doubt. It was safe,
therefore, not
only to
fulfil, but to
exceed, the letter of their instructions.
Before night the whole population were acquainted with their
duties; and an
unusual mood of expectancy, not unmixed with brutish
glee, fell upon Kinesma.
By the middle of the next
forenoon, Boris and his wife, seated in
the open kibitka, drawn by post-horses, reached the boundaries of
the
estate, a few versts from the village. They were both silent
and
slightly pale at first, but now began to exchange mechanical
remarks, to
divert each other's thoughts from the coming
reception.
"Here are the fields of Kinesma at last!" exclaimed Prince Boris.
"We shall see the church and castle from the top of that hill in
the distance. And there is Peter, my
playmate, herding the cattle!
Peter! Good-day, brotherkin!"
Peter looked, saw the
carriage close upon him, and, after a moment
of
hesitation, let his arms drop
stiffly by his sides, and began
howling like a mastiff by
moonlight. Helena laughed
heartily at
this
singularresponse to the greeting; but Boris, after the first
astonishment was over, looked terrified.
"That was done by order," said he, with a bitter smile. "The old
bear stretches his claws out. Dare you try his hug?"
"I do not fear," she answered, her face was calm.
Every serf they passed obeyed the order of Prince Alexis according
to his own idea of disrespect. One turned his back; another made
contemptuous grimaces and noises; another sang a
vulgar song;
another spat upon the ground or held his nostrils. Nowhere was a
cap raised, or the stealthy
welcome of a friendly glance given.
The Princess Helena met these
insults with a calm, proud
indifference. Boris felt them more
keenly; for the fields and
hills were prospectively his property, and so also were the brutish
peasants. It was a form of chastisement which he had never before
experienced, and knew not how to
resist. The
affront of an entire
community was an offence against which he felt himself to be
helpless.
As they approached the town, the demonstrations of
insolence were
redoubled. About two hundred boys, between the ages of ten and
fourteen, awaited them on the hill below the church, forming
themselves into files on either side of the road. These imps had
been instructed to stick out their tongues in
derision, and howl,
as the
carriage passed between them. At the entrance of the long
main street of Kinesma, they were obliged to pass under a mock
triumphal arch, hung with dead dogs and drowned cats; and from this
point the
reception assumed an
outrageouscharacter. Howls,
hootings, and hisses were heard on all sides; bouquets of nettles
and vile weeds were flung to them; even wreaths of spoiled fish
dropped from the windows. The women were the most eager and
uproarious in this carnival of
insult: they beat their saucepans,
threw pails of dirty water upon the horses, pelted the coachman
with
rotten cabbages, and filled the air with screeching and foul
words.
It was impossible to pass through this
ordeal with indifference.
Boris,
finding that his kindly greetings were thrown away,--that
even his old acquaintances in the bazaar howled like the rest,--sat
with head bowed and
despair in his heart. The beautiful eyes
of Helena were heavy with tears; but she no longer trembled, for
she knew the
crisis was yet to come.
As the kibitka slowly climbed the hill on its way to the castle-
gate, Prince Alexis, who had heard and enjoyed the noises in the
village from a
balcony on the
western tower, made his appearance on
the head of the steps which led from the court-yard to the state
apartments. The dreaded whip was in his hand; his eyes seemed
about to start from their sockets, in their wild, eager, hungry
gaze; the veins stood out like cords on his
forehead; and his lips,
twitching
involuntarily, revealed the glare of his set teeth. A
frightened hush filled the castle. Some of the domestics were on
their knees; others watching, pale and
breathless, from the
windows: for all felt that a greater storm than they had ever
experienced was about to burst. Sasha and the castle-steward had