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It was a most discreet communication, signed merely with the initial "L." "Read it," I said, handing it to Mishka. He glanced through it, nodded, and handed it back. He knew its contents before, doubtless; but still I gathered that he could read French as well as German. "Well, are you coming?" he asked. "Why, certainly; but what about the information his Highness mentions?"
Three figures cleared themselves from the ruck, and I fought my way to them. "Well done, Mishka, for it was thou!" exclaimed Loris. "How was it done?" "Pouf, it was but a toy," grunted Mishka. "I brought it in my pocket, on chance; such things are useful at times. If it had been a real bomb, we should all have entered Heaven or hell together."
What passed in the synagogue both before and after we came, I only learned later; for Mishka and I were posted on guard at the entrance of the square, while Pavloff went off to seek our horses and intercept the men who were following us. If he met them in time, they would make a détour round the town and wait for us to join them on the further side.
And all the way to the prison the soldiers felt that they were not walking but flying through the air as if hypnotized by the prisoner, they felt neither the ground beneath their feet, nor the passage of time, nor themselves. Mishka Tsiganok, like Yanson, had had to spend seventeen days in prison before his execution.
I was about to cross the clearing, keeping to the right and seeking for the blazed tree, as Mishka had told me, when I heard the faint sound of stealthy footsteps through the wet grass that grew tall and rank here in the open. In the soft light a shadowy figure came from the opposite side, passed across the space, and disappeared among the further trees, followed almost immediately by two more.
Behind Levin came the lad Mishka. His pretty, boyish face, with a twist of fresh grass bound round his hair, was all working with effort; but whenever anyone looked at him he smiled. He would clearly have died sooner than own it was hard work for him. Levin kept between them. In the very heat of the day the mowing did not seem such hard work to him.
Was there not somebody who got up before the sun? Was there not Mishka the shepherd? Aye, that was an early riser; but I knew he was no sun-worshipper. Before the chickens stirred, before the lazy maid let the cow out of the barn, I heard his rousing horn, its distant notes harmonious with the morning.
But she would not; she loved him, yes, but she loved the Cause more; it was her very life, her soul! "The yacht lay off Greenwich for the night; she meant to land next day, and come up to see Selinski. She had never happened to meet him, though he was one of the Five." "Selinski! Cassavetti! Mishka, it was not she who murdered him!"
And you have come promptly; that also is well. It is what you would do," he said, eying me quite affectionately. "We did not expect to meet again, and in England, hein?" "That we didn't!" I rejoined. "Say, Mishka, how did you get clear; and how did you know where to find me?" "One thing at a time. First, I have brought you a letter. Read it."
"Though I shall perchance see her, when my present business is done. Be patient. You will doubtless have news of her at Zostrov." "How do you know I am going there?" "Does not all the countryside know that a foreigner rides with Mishka Pavloff? God be with you, Excellency." He made one of his quaint genuflexions and backed rapidly to the door. "Here, stop!" I commanded, striding after him.
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