“I did not shave my head nor cut my nails for two months, and then I came to them.
They let me in to Patimat, his mother, and she gave me the breast and I became his brother.”
Hadji Murad’s voice could be heard from the next room and Eldar, immediately answering his call, promptly wiped his hands and went with large strides into the drawing room.
“He asks thee to come,” said he, coming back.
Loris-Melikov gave another cigarette to the merry Khan Mahoma and went into the drawing room.
Chapter XIII
When Loris-Melikov entered the drawing room Hadji Murad received him with a bright face.
“Well, shall I continue?” he asked, sitting down comfortably on the divan.
“Yes, certainly,” said Loris-Melikov.
“I have been in to have a talk with thy henchmen. . . .
One is a jolly fellow!” he added.
“Yes, Khan Mahoma is a frivolous fellow,” said Hadji Murad.
“I liked the young handsome one.”
“Ah, that’s Eldar.
He’s young but firm — made of iron!”
They were silent for a while.
“So I am to on?”
“Yes, yes!”
“I told the how the Khans were killed. . . .
Well, having killed them Hamzad rode into Khunzakh and took up his quarters in their palace.
The Khansha was the only one of the family left alive.
Hamzad sent for her.
She reproached him, so he winked to his murid Aseldar, who struck her from behind and killed her.”
“Why did he kill her?” asked Loris-Melikov.
“What could he do? . . . Where the forelegs have gone the hind legs must follow!
He killed off the whole family.
Shamil killed the youngest son — threw him over a precipice. . . .
“Then the whole of Avaria surrendered to Hamzad. But my brother and I would not surrender.
We wanted his blood for the blood of the Khans.
We pretended to yield, but our only thought was how to get his blood.
We consulted our grandfather and decided to await the time when he would come out of his palace, and then to kill him from an ambush.
Someone overheard us and told Hamzad, who sent for grandfather and said,
‘Mind, if it be true that thy grandsons are planning evil against me, thou and they shall hang from one rafter.
I do God’s work and cannot be hindered. . . .
To, and remember what I have said!’
“Our grandfather came home and told us.
“Then we decided not to wait but to do the deed on the first day of the feast in the mosque.
Our comrades would not take part in it but my brother and I remained firm.
“We took two pistols each, put on our burkas, and went to the mosque.
Hamzad entered the mosque with thirty murids.
They all had drawn swords in their hands.
Aseldar, his favorite murid (the one who had cut off Khansha’s head), saw us, shouted to us to take off our burkas, and came towards me.
I had my dagger in my hand and I killed him with it and rushed at Hamzad; but my brother Osman had already shot him. He was still alive and rushed at my brother dagger in hand, but I have him a finishing blow on the head.
There were thirty murids and we were only two.
They killed my brother Osman, but I kept them at bay, leapt through the window, and escaped.
“When it was known that Hamzad had been killed all the people rose. The murids fled and those of them who did not flee were killed.”
Hadji Murad paused, and breathed heavily.
“That was very good,” he continued, “but afterwards everything was spoilt.
“Shamil succeeded Hamzad.
He sent envoys to me to say that I should join him in attacking the Russians, and that if I refused he would destroy Kunzakh and kill me.