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And this boy is not sick or injured." "How do you know that? He's down in that terribly hot, smelly jail. If he did get sick, who would know it?" "And Boyar isn't a human being. He can't reason." "Oh, Uncle Walter! I thought you knew horses better than that. Boyar can reason much better than most people." "The proof being that he prefers you to any one else?"
When the several principalities became united with the Czardom of Muscovy many centuries ago, the Boyar was in fact no more than a steward of the Czar's estate and a leader of a posse defending his property; the most he dared to do was surreptitiously to obstruct the carrying out of the Czar's intentions; he dared not try to impose the will of his class upon the crown.
"I hear that you intend to ride the outlaw Yuma. Is it so?" Collie nodded. "I had rather you didn't," said Louise. "Why?" asked Collie, tactlessly. Louise did not answer, and Collie strode off feeling angry with himself and more than ever determined to risk breaking his neck to win the outlaw. Boyar, the Moonstone pony, ran second in the finals. The buckskin of the Mexicans won first place.
The result was that by the time Sósha appeared with the early samovar, Ivan was in the clouds again. Buoyancy had set every nerve to tingling; and the elation of the knowledge that success had actually come, quivered from him like a rosy aura. Beyond doubt, "The Boyar" had at last opened to Ivan the long-locked door of recognition.
Fate, disdaining further patience, arose and flung itself about his feet. He stumbled. A flash wiped all things from his vision and the long night came swiftly. At the wide gate of the mountain ranch stood the girl. Her black saddle-pony Boyar fretted to be away. Glancing back through the cavernous shade of the live-oaks, the girl hesitated before opening the gate.
The deputy, angered out of his usual judgment, spurred his horse directly down the footless shale that the tramp had ridden across diagonally. "Look! He can't The horse ! Oh!" she groaned as Tenlow's pony stumbled and all but pitched headlong. "The other man knew better than that " she gasped, turning to the boy. "He waited till he struck rock and brush before he turned Boyar."
Suppose, for instance, that the Tsar granted to a Boyar or some lesser dignitary an estate on which were settled twenty peasant families, and that afterwards ten of these emigrated to neighbouring proprietors.
"Find Prince Shuiski," he said presently, "and send him to me here." Upon the tale the boyar had brought him he offered now no comment. "We will talk of this again, Basmanov," was all he said in acknowledgment that he had heard, and in dismissal. But when the boyar had gone, Boris Godunov heaved himself to his feet, and strode over to the fire, his great head sunk between his massive shoulders.
An interest attaches to the marriage of Alexis with Natalia, his second wife. He was dining with one of his boyars and was attracted by a young girl, who was serving him. She was motherless, and had been adopted by her uncle the boyar. The Tsar said to his friend soon after: "I have found a husband for your Natalia." The husband was Alexis himself, and Natalia became the mother of Peter the Great.
Long he stood there, and there he was found by the magnificent Prince Shuiski, whom he had bidden Basmanov to summon. "You went to Uglich when the Tsarevitch Demetrius was slain," said Boris. His voice and mien were calm and normal. "Yourself you saw the body. There is no possibility that you could have been mistaken in it?" "Mistaken?" The boyar was taken aback by the question.
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