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He spat vigorously, as a kind of corollary to his remarks. As he spoke we were skirting a little pine wood just beyond the village, and a few yards further the road wound clear of the trees and out across an open plain, in the centre of which rose a huge, square building of gray stone, crowned with a cupola that gleamed red in the rays of the setting sun. "The castle!" Mishka grunted.
"Come; for we have yet far to go," Mishka said aloud, and started down the cross-road at a quick trot. How far we rode I can't say; but it was still dark when we halted at a small isolated farmhouse, where Mishka roused the farmer, who came out grumbling at being disturbed before daybreak.
After we reached Petersburg, and before he left me, Mishka had, as his master had promised, given me instructions as to how I was to send a private message to the Duke in case of necessity.
We left our horses at a kabak and walked through the squalid streets to the equally squalid railway depot where we parted, almost in silence. "God be with you," Mishka growled huskily. His face looked more grim than ever under the poor light of a street-lamp near, and he held my hands in a grip whose marks I bore for a week after.
But, bethinking himself that this would not help matters, he stopped short in the middle of a sentence, and merely sighed. "Well, what do you say? Can sowing begin?" he asked, after a pause. "Behind Turkin tomorrow or the next day they might begin." "And the clover?" "I've sent Vassily and Mishka; they're sowing. Only I don't know if they'll manage to get through; it's so slushy."
Simple concussion, that is all; and you will be all right in a day or two, if you will keep quiet. I wish I could say that of all my patients! The good Mishka has been keeping the bandages wet? Yes; he is a faithful fellow, that Mishka; but you will find him surly, hein? That is because Count Solovieff left him behind in attendance on you." So that was the name, Count Solovieff.
I closed the secret opening and went down the narrow stairway, steep almost as a ladder, By the dim light of the small lantern Mishka carried, I saw the door leading to the Duke's rooms. We did not enter there, as I expected, but kept on till I guessed we must about have got down to the bowels of the earth.
Along that track came a big figure that I recognized at once as Mishka, walking with clumsy caution. "You are better? That is well," he said in a gruff undertone. "How did I get here?" I demanded. "Yossof brought you; he found you walking about the streets, raving mad. It is a marvel that you were not shot down." Then I remembered something at least of what had passed. "How long since?"
They slunk furtively by us; though one venerable-looking old man paused and invoked what sounded like a blessing on us, in Hebrew, I think. "You can keep all that for the gracious lady," growled Mishka. "It is to her you owe your present deliverance." "It is, indeed," he answered in Russian. "The God of our fathers will bless her, yea, and she shall be blessed.
Gruff as ever, he yet spoke to me, treated me, almost as if I were a child who had to be heartened up, as well as taken care of. But I didn't resent it. I knew it was his way of showing affection; and it touched me keenly. We had learned to understand each other well, and no man ever had a stancher comrade than I had in Mishka Pavloff.
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