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Updated: May 1, 2025
Harassed by doubts, tormented by superstitious fears for the safety of his soul, Mikail led a wretched existence. Gradually, the monotonous, inactive life of the monastery began to pall upon him. He soon found, too, that many of his brethren believed as little as he did; that others were too indolent to reflect and believed as a matter of course.
Five evenings passed without anything happening, and Godfrey began to think that he had been needlessly anxious, and that Mikail must understand the ways of his own people better than he did.
If I stay here, your peasant friends down below will lynch me! I'm beginning to think I'm not popular around here!" Boris laughed, but his eyes were grave. "It's a ridiculous situation," he said. "I don't really know what to say. I don't believe you need to fear Mikail very much. He has a good deal to think of by this time, because, now that the war has come, he won't have time for intrigue.
"Did you observe anything that made you specially watchful?" the governor asked. "I thought perhaps one of them might try to take revenge on Mikail, sir.
"Mikail is like the Russians one reads about, dark and mysterious, and always sending people to Siberia and that sort of thing." "It isn't as bad as that, of course," said Boris, with a laugh. "Russia isn't like other countries, but we're not such barbarians as some people try to make out. Still, of course, there are a lot of things that ought to be changed.
Then someone betrayed him, and one morning he woke up in a hut he had built for himself and saw the place was surrounded by soldiers. "With the officers was the man who had injured him. Mikail was mad with fury, and rushing out with a big club he had cut he stretched the fellow dead on the ground and served him right. However, of course Mikail was taken, tried, and condemned.
How weird it all sounded, and yet how familiar to the wondering priest. Mikail found himself almost instinctively supplying the following word before it was uttered by the reader. Then the congregation arose and responded to the prayer, and Mikail arose, too, and it seemed as though the words of the responses were laid upon his tongue. It was strange, very strange, and yet it was fascinating.
We have got plenty to eat, though I cannot say much for its niceness; anyhow we are a long way better fed than the soldiers who look after us; but here comes the food." A warder brought in a huge tray upon which were placed bowls of a sort of soup, while two others brought baskets piled up with huge chunks of black bread. Mikail took from a cupboard a spoon, and gave it to Godfrey.
"Shema Israel," sang the Rabbi; "Adonai Elohenu," and then he paused a moment to clear his throat of something he must have inhaled. "Why don't he continue," thought Mikail, impatient at the momentary interruption, and then in a voice loud enough to be heard over the entire synagogue, he ended the sentence by crying: "Adonai Echod!"
There will be no berries except strawberries yet, and strawberries are not much use to keep life together when you are travelling." "Oh, by the by, there is one more thing I want you to get for me if possible, and that is fish-hooks and line." "That is difficult," Mikail said; "however, a rouble or two will go a long way. But you must put off your start for another two or three days.
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