I am almost willing to wager that not a soul, in the region to which we were going, really believed such a band of robbers as the haidemaken was in existence--or, if it had ever been heard of, the tales of its marvelous exploits were looked upon as kindred to the fables repeated in the nursery.
As I said before, the band always traveled by night. During the day we rested, hidden in a dense forest, or in an uninhabited valley.
We never entered a village to procure food, but carried with us rations of dried meat, varying our diet with mushrooms collected on the way.
On learning definitely from the scouts we had sent to reconnoiter that the caravan was expected to reach Mohilow on a certain day, we concealed ourselves in a swampy thicket by the side of the road over which it would have to pa.s.s. Here we were forced to wait two days, during which our meat gave out, and we had to eat raw frogs and birds"
eggs. The peasant carts pa.s.sing along the road, with pretzels, smoked sausages, cheese, mead and wine for the market at Mohilow, were not molested by the hungry robbers, who would only have needed to stretch out their hands to secure the good things for which they languished.
But the leader would not allow it.
"We are here to fight, not feast," he said.
Our patience was well nigh at an end, when, one day, the sound of a trumpet and drum announced the approach of the caravan.
On mules, on horses, camels, and ox-carts, came the fifteen-hundred-odd human souls, their escort, a valiant company of soldiers in coats of mail, and helmets, and armed with halberds, and muskets. It was a motly crowd, outnumbering our band in souls; but inferior to us in strength.
When, at a preconcerted signal, our men dashed from the thicket, the entire caravan fell into confusion. The soldiers fired off their muskets, heedless where they aimed; we, on the other hand, sent our shots where they would prove most effective.
A frightful tumult ensued--it was: save himself who can; while the heavily laden carts and vans were left behind.
I must admit that the haidemaken behaved atrociously. Never, in all my experience on the battlefield, did I witness such a scene of carnage.
It made me ill; I became so faint with horror and disgust I sank unconscious to the ground.
When I came to my senses, I saw a Turkish merchant hobbling on a crutch toward me. He was old, and seemed to have been seriously wounded, for he was covered with blood. He came straight toward me, and, sinking to the ground by my side, said in a pleading tone: "My son, I beg you, take my yataghan, and cut off my head."
Your honors may believe that I was startled by so singular a request.
"I shan"t do any such thing!" I replied promptly, and with decision.
"Pray do," he urged. "Cut off my head without further parley, and you shall have this koltuk-dengenegi," which is Turkish for "beggar"s staff."
"No, Baba," I returned, with the same decision as before. "I can"t cut off your head, for I have no grudge against you. I am not an a.s.sa.s.sin--though I do belong to the haidemaken; I was forced into this band, much as Pilate was thrust into the _credo_--against his will, I"ll warrant!"
"Your countenance tells me, my son, that you are better than your comrades," said the old Turk. "For that reason I ventured to ask a favor of you. Come, hesitate no longer to perform the deed of mercy for which you shall be handsomely rewarded. Decapitate this old body; it will not be a.s.sa.s.sination; one can murder only a living being--so says the Koran, the only truthful book on earth--and I cannot strictly be called a living being. I have a deadly wound in the abdomen, and am bound to die sooner or later. Besides, I am prepared and desire to die. I can"t flee any farther; and if I fall into the hands of your cruel comrades I shall be horribly tortured. Therefore, I beg you to release me from further suffering; cut off my head with this beautiful yataghan, which shall also be yours."
But, not even then could I bring myself to grant his prayer, and relieve him of his sufferings and his bald head.
"Leave me, Baba," I exclaimed impatiently. "If you want to get rid of your head, cut it off yourself with that beautiful yataghan; or else, hang yourself on one of those beautiful trees over yonder."
To this the old Turk responded with pious mien: "That I dare not do, my son. The Koran--the only truthful book on earth--says, there are seven h.e.l.ls: one underneath the other, and each one more terrible than the one above it. The first h.e.l.l is for true believers, like myself; the second is for Christians; the seventh is for the Atheists. The fourth, Morhut, is for those persons who commit suicide. Were I to take my own life, I should have to descend to the fourth h.e.l.l, where, as well as in every one of the three h.e.l.ls above it, I should be obliged to remain three-hundred and thirty-three years before I should be permitted to enter paradise. Whereas, if I should lose my life at the hands of an unbeliever like yourself, I should--so says the Koran, the only truthful book on earth--go straightway to paradise."
And still I hesitated; though it seemed but kindness to grant the old Turk"s request, and send him speeding straightway into paradise. But, I remembered that our Bible (really the only truthful book on earth) says: "Thou shalt not kill;" and thrust the importunate old fellow away from me.
But he renewed his pleading with increased urgency: "See, my son, I will give you this koltuk-dengenegi--" "Of what use would that crutch be to me?" I interrupted.
"If you will screw off the top you will see that the crutch is filled with gold pieces," he replied; and to prove that he spoke the truth, he unscrewed the shoulder rest and shook several gold coins into the palm of his hand.
The yellow metal dazzled my eyes: "The crutch would hold a good many coins," I said to myself, to which added the Turk"s pleading voice:
"You shall have it all, my son, if you will but grant my prayer."
And still I hesitated.
"I can"t do it, Baba," I said. "Even if you gave me the crutch, I should not be allowed to keep the gold. No member of our band is allowed to keep for his own use alone any valuables that may come into his possession. Everything must be placed at once in the common treasury for the use of the entire band--and woe to the haidemak who would dare to keep for himself even a single Polish groschen! So, you see, Baba, your gold would be of no use to me."
"Listen to me, my son," again urged the wounded Turk, who was growing visibly weaker; "you are young; I can see that this wild life is not suited to you. If you had my gold, you could escape to Wallachia, buy an estate--a castle--serfs, and marry. Perhaps you already have a sweetheart--if so, why shouldn"t you live in happiness with her, instead of skulking about in caves and swamps like a wild animal?"
This suggestion made me thoughtful. It brought back to my mind my dear good Madus. Ah! if only I might fly with her, far away, to some region where she might become a respected lady. If I had the Turk"s gold! I could easily keep it secreted in the crutch. Some day, when the haidemaken were away on an expedition, I could easily stupefy the few members of the band remaining in the cavern by drugging their mead with Venice treacle; and when they were sound asleep I could fetch my Madus from the Viszpa Ogrod and with her escape to a far away land.
This thought impressed itself so deeply on my mind--it became so alluring that, unconsciously, my hand went out toward the beautiful yataghan.
"If I thought I could keep the gold hidden!" I said, unconscious that I had given voice to the thought.
"That will be easy enough; just leave it in the crutch," promptly responded the Turk. "When you join your comrades make believe to have taken cold in the swamp yonder, say that the muscles of your leg have contracted and made you lame. That will not only give you an excuse to use the crutch, but it will most likely get your discharge; a hobbling cripple is not a desirable comrade in a band of robbers."
Without waiting to see how I might take his suggestion, the Turk proceeded at once to show me how to bandage my left leg, so that it could not be straightened at the knee; how to keep my ankle against the crutch, and hobble along on the right leg. I thought of Madus, for whom I would have hobbled on one leg to Jerusalem, and let him show me how to transform myself to a cripple.
"Now, my son," he said, when he had delivered his instructions, "take my yataghan, my beautiful yataghan, and cut off my head--only don"t hack it off as a butcher would with a cleaver. Swing the yataghan, thus, in a half-circle--easily, gracefully, as you would the bow of a violin. I will kneel here at your feet, bend forward, thus; then do you strike just here: between these two segments of the vertebrae. Be sure to keep firm hold on the handle to prevent the blade from slipping--"
He gave me so many directions, kept on talking so long that Satan, who is ever at one"s elbow, gave my arm a sudden thrust, and, before I knew what had happened, a body minus a head lay at my feet, while a head minus a body was rolling down the hill--
"_Homicidium!_" dictated the chair to the notary. To this the prince appended:
"Under extenuating circ.u.mstances. We must not ignore the fact that the deed was committed at the urgent request of the decapitated--under approval of the Koran, and instigated, I might say, forced, to the act by the wicked one at the perpetrator"s elbow."
"It was killing a human being, all the same!" said Hugo, "and I had cause soon afterward to repent most bitterly what I had done. After I had committed the b.l.o.o.d.y deed I set out to overtake my comrades. They had secured much valuable booty which they were carrying on their backs. When I came up with them, hobbling on one leg and leaning on my crutch, they broke into loud laughter:
"What the devil is the matter with you?" queried the leader.
"I am all used up!" I groaned. "I killed an old Turk, whose lame leg prevented him from running away with the rest of them; and before he gave up the ghost he cursed me and prayed that I might be compelled to hobble along on a crutch for the rest of my life. He had hardly got the words out of his throat before my leg became as you see it, and I can"t straighten it."
"That comes of standing in the swamp--cold water will affect effeminate fellows like you in that way," observed Nyedzviedz. "But don"t worry, we have among us one who understands how to cure such maladies. Ho, there! Przepiorka, come hither."
I was frightened, I can tell you! If my leg were examined it would be found to be in a sound and healthy condition. But there was no help for it--I could not escape an examination. So I drew up the calf of the leg so tightly against the lower part of the thigh that Przepiorka, after he had tried several times in vain to straighten it p.r.o.nounced it permanently crippled.
On hearing this decision, I forgot my role and would have straightened the leg to convince myself that it could be done; but, what was my consternation and alarm to find that I was unable to do it. The affliction I had pretended had come upon me in earnest! G.o.d had punished me. I was a miserable cripple, unable to take a single step without the koltuk-dengenegi.
How I cursed him who had left it to me in legacy!
CHAPTER II.
THE BERDICZOV MONASTERY.
"Don"t worry," said Nyedzviedz again, when he saw my distress. "Don"t worry! You can still be of great service to us, even if you are lame.
We have long wanted to add to our number just such a cripple."