michael strogoff-第31章

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excessive　vigilance；　for　they　would　have　paid　for　the　slightest
carelessness　with　their　heads。

At　nightfall　of　the　15th　of　August；　the　convoy　reached　the　little
village　of　Zabediero；　thirty　versts　from　Tomsk。

The　prisoners'　first　movement　would　have　been　to　rush　into　the　river；
but　they　were　not　allowed　to　leave　the　ranks　until　the　halt
had　been　organized。　　Although　the　current　of　the　Tom　was　just
now　like　a　torrent；　it　might　have　favored　the　flight　of　some
bold　or　desperate　man；　and　the　strictest　measures　of　vigilance
were　taken。　　Boats；　requisitioned　at　Zabediero；　were　brought　up
to　the　Tom　and　formed　a　line　of　obstacles　impossible　to　pass。
As　to　the　encampment　on　the　outskirts　of　the　village；　it　was
guarded　by　a　cordon　of　sentinels。

Michael　Strogoff；　who　now　naturally　thought　of　escape；　saw；
after　carefully　surveying　the　situation；　that　under　these
conditions　it　was　perfectly　impossible；　so；　not　wishing
to　compromise　himself；　he　waited。

The　prisoners　were　to　encamp　for　the　whole　night　on　the　banks
of　the　Tom；　for　the　Emir　had　put　off　the　entrance　of　his　troops
into　Tomsk。　　It　had　been　decided　that　a　military　fete　should　mark
the　inauguration　of　the　Tartar　headquarters　in　this　important　city。
Feofar…Khan　already　occupied　the　fortress；　but　the　bulk　of　his　army
bivouacked　under　its　walls；　waiting　until　the　time　came　for　them
to　make　a　solemn　entry。

Ivan　Ogareff　left　the　Emir　at　Tomsk；　where　both　had　arrived
the　evening　before；　and　returned　to　the　camp　at　Zabediero。　　From　here
he　was　to　start　the　next　day　with　the　rear…guard　of　the　Tartar　army。
A　house　had　been　arranged　for　him　in　which　to　pass　the　night。
At　sunrise　horse　and　foot　soldiers　were　to　proceed　to　Tomsk；
where　the　Emir　wished　to　receive　them　with　the　pomp　usual
to　Asiatic　sovereigns。　　As　soon　as　the　halt　was　organized；
the　prisoners；　worn　out　with　their　three　days'　journey；　and　suffering
from　burning　thirst；　could　drink　and　take　a　little　rest。
The　sun　had　already　set；　when　Nadia；　supporting　Marfa　Strogoff；
reached　the　banks　of　the　Tom。　　They　had　not　till　then　been　able
to　get　through　those　who　crowded　the　banks；　but　at　last　they　came
to　drink　in　their　turn。

The　old　woman　bent　over　the　clear　stream；　and　Nadia；　plunging　in
her　hand；　carried　it　to　Marfa's　lips。　　Then　she　refreshed　herself。
They　found　new　life　in　these　welcome　waters。　　Suddenly　Nadia　started　up；
an　involuntary　cry　escaped　her。

Michael　Strogoff　was　there；　a　few　steps　from　her。　　It　was　he。
The　dying　rays　of　the　sun　fell　upon　him。

At　Nadia's　cry　Michael　started。　　But　he　had　sufficient　command　over
himself　not　to　utter　a　word　by　which　he　might　have　been　compromised。
And　yet；　when　he　saw　Nadia；　he　also　recognized　his　mother。

Feeling　he　could　not　long　keep　master　of　himself　at　this
unexpected　meeting；　he　covered　his　eyes　with　his　hands　and
walked　quickly　away。

Nadia's　impulse　was　to　run　after　him；　but　the　old　Siberian　murmured
in　her　ear；　〃Stay；　my　daughter！〃

〃It　is　he！〃　replied　Nadia；　choking　with　emotion。　　〃He　lives；　mother！
It　is　he！〃

〃It　is　my　son；〃　answered　Marfa；　〃it　is　Michael　Strogoff；
and　you　see　that　I　do　not　make　a　step　towards　him！
Imitate　me；　my　daughter。〃

Michael　had　just　experienced　the　most　violent　emotion　which　a　man
can　feel。　　His　mother　and　Nadia　were　there！

The　two　prisoners　who　were　always　together　in　his　heart；
God　had　brought　them　together　in　this　common　misfortune。
Did　Nadia　know　who　he　was？　　Yes；　for　he　had　seen　Marfa's　gesture；
holding　her　back　as　she　was　about　to　rush　towards　him。
Marfa；　then；　had　understood　all；　and　kept　his　secret。

During　that　night；　Michael　was　twenty　times　on　the　point
of　looking　for　and　joining　his　mother；　but　he　knew　that　he　must
resist　the　longing　he　felt　to　take　her　in　his　arms；　and　once
more　press　the　hand　of　his　young　companion。　　The　least　imprudence
might　be　fatal。　　He　had　besides　sworn　not　to　see　his　mother。
Once　at　Tomsk；　since　he　could　not　escape　this　very　night；
he　would　set　off　without　having　even　embraced　the　two　beings
in　whom　all　the　happiness　of　his　life　was　centered；　and　whom
he　should　leave　exposed　to　so　many　perils。

Michael　hoped　that　this　fresh　meeting　at　the　Zabediero　camp　would
have　no　disastrous　consequences　either　to　his　mother　or　to　himself。
But　he　did　not　know　that　part　of　this　scene；　although　it　passed
so　rapidly；　had　been　observed　by　Sangarre；　Ogareff's　spy。

The　Tsigane　was　there；　a　few　paces　off；　on　the　bank；　as　usual；
watching　the　old　Siberian　woman。　　She　had　not　caught　sight
of　Michael；　for　he　disappeared　before　she　had　time　to　look　around；
but　the　mother's　gesture　as　she　kept　back　Nadia　had　not　escaped　her；
and　the　look　in　Marfa's　eyes　told　her　all。

It　was　now　beyond　doubt　that　Marfa　Strogoff's　son；　the　Czar's　courier；
was　at　this　moment　in　Zabediero；　among　Ivan　Ogareff's　prisoners。
Sangarre　did　not　know　him；　but　she　knew　that　he　was　there。
She　did　not　then　attempt　to　discover　him；　for　it　would　have　been
impossible　in　the　dark　and　the　immense　crowd。

As　for　again　watching　Nadia　and　Marfa　Strogoff；　that　was　equally　useless。
It　was　evident　that　the　two　women　would　keep　on　their　guard；　and　it
would　be　impossible　to　overhear　anything　of　a　nature　to　compromise
the　courier　of　the　Czar。　　The　Tsigane's　first　thought　was　to　tell
Ivan　Ogareff。　　She　therefore　immediately　left　the　encampment。
A　quarter　of　an　hour　after；　she　reached　Zabediero；　and　was　shown
into　the　house　occupied　by　the　Emir's　lieutenant。　　Ogareff　received
the　Tsigane　directly。

〃What　have　you　to　tell　me；　Sangarre？〃　he　asked。

〃Marfa　Strogoff's　son　is　in　the　encampment。〃

〃A　prisoner？〃

〃A　prisoner。〃

〃Ah！〃　exclaimed　Ogareff；　〃I　shall　know〃

〃You　will　know　nothing；　Ivan；〃　replied　Tsigane；　〃for　you　do　not
even　know　him　by　sight。〃

〃But　you　know　him；　you　have　seen　him；　Sangarre？〃

〃I　have　not　seen　him；　but　his　mother　betrayed　herself　by　a　gesture；
which　told　me　everything。〃

〃Are　you　not　mistaken？〃

〃I　am　not　mistaken。〃

〃You　know　the　importance　which　I　attach　to　the　apprehension
of　this　courier；〃　said　Ivan　Ogareff。　　〃If　the　letter　which　he　has
brought　from　Moscow　reaches　Irkutsk；　if　it　is　given　to　the　Grand　Duke；
the　Grand　Duke　will　be　on　his　guard；　and　I　shall　not　be　able
to　get　at　him。　　I　must　have　that　letter　at　any　price。
Now　you　come　to　tell　me　that　the　bearer　of　this　letter　is　in　my　power。
I　repeat；　Sangarre；　are　you　not　mistaken？〃

Ogareff　spoke　with　great　animation。　　His　emotion　showed　the　extreme
importance　he　attached　to　the　possession　of　this　letter。　　Sangarre　was　not
at　all　put　out　by　the　urgency　with　which　Ogareff　repeated　his　question。
〃I　am　not　mistaken；　Ivan；〃　she　said。

〃But；　Sangarre；　there　are　thousands　of　prisoners；　and　you　say
that　you　do　not　know　Michael　Strogoff。〃

〃No；〃　answered　the　Tsigane；　with　a　look　of　savage　joy；　〃I　do　not　know　him；
but　his　mother　knows　him。　　Ivan；　we　must　make　his　mother　speak。〃

〃To…morrow　she　shall　speak！〃　cried　Ogareff。　　So　saying；
he　extended　his　hand　to　the　Tsigane；　who　kissed　it；　for　there
is　nothing　servile　in　this　act　of　respect；　it　being　usual　among
the　Northern　races。

Sangarre　returned　to　the　camp。　　She　found　out　Nadia　and
Marfa　Strogoff；　and　passed　the　night　in　watching　them。
Although　worn　out　with　fatigue；　the　old　woman　and　the　girl
did　not　sleep。　　Their　great　anxiety　kept　them　awake。
Michael　was　living；　but　a　prisoner。　　Did　Ogareff　know　him；
or　would　he　not　soon　find　him　out？　　Nadia　was　occupied　by
the　one　thought　that　he　whom　she　had　thought　dead　still　lived。
But　Marfa　saw　further　into　the　future：　　and；　although　she　did
not　care　what　became　of　herself；　she　had　every　reason　to　fear
for　her　son。

Sangarre；　under　cover　of　the　night；　had　crept　near　the　two　women；
and　remained　there　several　hours　listening。　　She　heard　nothing。
From　an　instinctive　feeling　of　prudence　not　a　word　was　exchanged　between
Nadia　and　Marfa　Strogoff。　　The　next　day；　the　16th　of　August；　about　ten
in　the　morning；　trumpet…calls　resounded　throughout　the　encampment。
The　Tartar　soldiers　were　almost　immediately　under　arms。

Ivan　Ogareff　arrived；　surrounded　by　a　large　staff　of　Tartar　officers。
His　face　was　more　clouded　than　usual；　and　his　knitted　brow　gave　signs
of　latent　wrath　which　was　waiting　for　an　occasion　to　break　forth。

Michael　Strogoff；　hidden　in　a　group　of　prisoners；　saw　this　man　pass。
He　had　a　presentiment　that　some　catastrophe　was　imminent：
for　Ivan　Ogareff　knew　now　that　Marfa　was　the　mother　of　Michael　Strogoff。

Ogareff　dismounted；　and　his　escort　cleared　a　large　circle　round　him。
Just　then　Sangarre　approached　him；　and　said；　〃I　have　no　news。〃

Ivan　Ogareff's　only　reply　was　to　give　an　order　to　one　of　his　officers。
Then　the　ranks　of　prisoners　were　brutally　hurried　up　by　the　soldiers。
The　unfortunate　people；　driven　on　with　whips；　or　pushed　on　with　lances；
arranged　themselves　round　the　camp。　　A　strong　guard　of　soldiers　drawn
up　behind；　rendered　escape　impossible。

Silence　then　ensued；　and；　on　a　sign　from　Ivan　Ogareff；　Sangarre　advanced
towards　the　group；　in　the　midst　of　which　stood　Marfa。

The　old　Siberian　saw　her；　and　knew　what　was　going　to　happen。
A　scornful　smile　passed　over　her　face。　　Then　leaning　towards　Nadia；
she　said　in　a　low　tone；　〃You　know　me　no　longer；　my　daughter。
Whatever　may　happen；　and　however　hard　this　trial　may　be；　not　a　word；
not　a　sign。　　It　concerns　him；　and　not　me。〃

At　that　moment　Sangarre；　having　regarded　her　for　an　instant；
put　her　hand　on　her　shoulder。

〃What　do　you　want　with　me？〃　said　Marfa。

〃Come！〃　replied　Sangarre；　and　pushing　the　old　Siberian　before　her；
she　took　her　to　Ivan　Ogareff；　in　the　middle　of　the　cleared　ground。
Michael　cast　down　his　eyes　that　their　angry　flashings　might　not　appear。

Marfa；　standing　before　Ivan　Ogareff；　drew　herself　up；　crossed　her　arms
on　her　breast；　and　waited。

〃You　are　Marfa　Strogoff？〃　asked　Ogareff。

〃Yes；〃　replied　the　old　Siberian　calmly。

〃Do　you　retract　what　you　said　to　me　when；　three　days　ago；
I　interrogated　you　at　Omsk？〃

〃No！〃

〃Then　you　do　not　know　that　your　son；　Michael　Strogoff；
courier　of　the　Czar；　has　passed　through　Omsk？〃

〃I　do　not　know　it。〃

〃And　the　man　in　whom　you　thought　you　recognized　your　son；
was　not　he　your　son？〃

〃He　was　not　my　son。〃

〃And　since　then　you　have　not　seen　him　amongst　the　prisoners？〃

〃No。〃

〃If　he　were　pointed　out；　would　you　recognize　him？〃

〃No。〃

On　this　reply；　which　showed　such　determined　resolution；
a　murmur　was　heard　amongst　the　crowd。

Ogareff　could　not　restrain　a　threatening　gesture。

〃Listen；〃　said　he　to　Marfa；　〃your　son　is　here；　and　you　shall
immediately　point　him　out　to　me。〃

〃No。〃

〃All　these　men；　taken　at　Omsk　and　Kolyvan；　will　defile　before　you；
and　if　you　do　not　show　me　Michael　Strogoff；　you　shall　receive
as　many　blows　of　the　knout　as　men　shall　have　passed　before　you。〃

Ivan　Ogareff　saw　that；　whatever　might　be　his　threats；
whatever　might　be　the　tortures　to　which　he　submitted　her；
the　indomitable　Siberian　would　not　speak。　　To　discover　the　courier
of　the　Czar；　he　counted；　then；　not　on　her；　but　on　Michael　himself。
He　did　not　believe　it　possible　that；　when　mother　and　son　were　in　each
other's　presence；　some　involuntary　movement　would　not　betray　him。
Of　course；　had　he　wished　to　seize　the　imper