"What was it? I'd like to hear it."
"I suppose I'll have to tell you. Since I've begun telling the story, I might as well finish.
"Some four days later, Azamat rode up to the fort. As usual, he went in to see Grigoriy Aleksandrovich, who always had some tidbits for him. I was there too. The talk turned to horses, and Pechorin began to praise Kazbich's horse; as spirited and graceful as a chamois[48] the steed was, and, as Pechorin put it, there simply was no other horse like it in all the world.
"The Tatar boy's eyes lit up, but Pechorin pretended not to notice it; I tried to change the subject, but at once he brought it back to Kazbich's horse. This happened each time Azamat came. About three weeks later I noticed that Azamat was growing pale and wasting away as they do from love in novels. What was it all about?
"You see, I got the whole story later. Pechorin egged him on to a point where the lad was simply desperate. Finally he put it point-blank: 'I can see, Azamat, that you want that horse very badly. Yet you have as little chance of getting it as of seeing the back of your own head. Now tell me what would you give if someone were to present it to you?'
"'Anything he asks,' replied Azamat.
"'In that case I'll get the horse for you, but on one condition... Swear you will carry it out?'
"'I swear... And you must swear too!'
"'Good! I swear you'll get the horse, only you have to give me your sister Bela in exchange. Karagyoz will be the bride money [kalim[49]] ! I hope the bargain suits you.'
"Azamar was silent.
"'You don't want to? As you wish. I thought you were a man, but I see you're still a child: you're too young to ride in the saddle.'
"Azamat flared up. 'What about my father?' he asked.
"'Doesn't he ever go away anywhere?'
"'That's true, he does... .'
"'So you agree?'
"'I agree,' whispered Azamat, pale as death itself. 'When?'
"'The next time Kazbich comes here; he has promised to bring a dozen sheep. The rest is my affair. You take care of your end of the bargain, Azamar!'
"So they arranged the whole business, and I must say it was a rotten business indeed. Later I said so to Pechorin, but he only replied that the primitive Circassian girl ought to be happy to have such a fine husband as himself, for, after all, everybody would regard him as her husband, and that Kazbich was a bandit who should be punished anyway. Judge for yourself, what could I say against this? But at the time I knew nothing about the conspiracy. So one day Kazbich came asking whether we wanted sheep and honey, and I told him to bring some the day after. 'Azamat,' Grigoriy Aleksandrovich said to the lad, 'tomorrow Karagyoz will be in my hands. If Bela is not here tonight you will not see the horse...'
"'Good!' said Azamat and galloped back to his village. In the evening Grigoriy Aleksandrovich armed himself and rode out of the fort. How they managed everything, I don't know-but at night they both returned and the sentry saw a woman lying across Azamat's saddle with hands and feet tied and head wrapped in a veil."
"And the horse?" I asked the captain.
"Just a moment. Early the next morning Kazbich came, driving along the dozen sheep he wanted to sell. Tying[50] his horse to a fence, he came to see me and I regaled him with tea, for, scoundrel though he was, he nevertheless was a kunak of mine.
"We began to chat about this and that. Suddenly I saw Kazbich jump-his face twisted and he dashed for the window, but it unfortunately opened to the backyard. 'What's wrong with you?' I asked.
"'My horse... horse!' he said, shaking all over.
"And true enough I heard the beat of hoofs. 'Some Cossack must have arrived.'
"'No! Urus yaman, yaman , [A bad, bad Russian!]' he cried and dashed out like a wild panther. In two strides he was in the courtyard; at the gates of the fort a sentry barred his way with a musket, but he leaped over the weapon and began running down the road. In the distance a cloud of dust whirled-it was Azamat urging on the spirited Karagyoz. Kazbich drew his pistol from its canvas bag and fired as he ran. For a minute he stood motionless until he was certain he had missed. Then he screamed, dashed the gun to pieces against the stones, and rolled on the ground crying like a baby... People from the fort gathered around him-but he did not see anyone, and after standing about for a while talking it over they all went back. I had the money for the sheep placed next to him, but he did not touch it; he only lay there face down like a corpse. Would you believe it, he lay like that the rest of the day and all[51] through the night? Only the next morning he returned to the fort to ask whether anyone could tell him who the thief was. A sentry who had seen Azamat untie the horse and gallop off did not think it necessary to conceal the fact. When Kazbich heard the name his eyes flashed and he set out for the village where Azamat's father lived.'
"What did the father do?"
"The whole trouble was that Kazbich didn't find him. He had gone off somewhere for six days or so. If he hadn't done that, could Azamat have carried off his sister?
"The father returned to find both daughter and son gone. The lad was a smart one-he knew very well that his head wouldn't be worth anything if he got caught. So he has been missing ever since. Most likely he joined some guerrilla band and perhaps ended his mad career on the Russian side of the Terek, or maybe the Kuban. And that's no more than he deserved!
"I must admit that it wasn't easy for me either. As soon as I learned that the Circassian girl was in Pechorin's quarters, I put on my epaulets and strapped on my sword and went to see him.
"He was lying on the bed in the front room, one hand under his head and the other holding a pipe that had gone out. The door leading to the next room was locked, and there was no key in the lock; all this I noticed at once. I coughed and stamped my heels on the threshold, but he pretended not to hear.
"'Ensign[21]! Attention!' I said as severely as I could. 'Don't you realize that I've come to see you?'
"'Ah, how do you do, Maksim Maksimich. Have a pipe,' he replied without getting up.
"'I beg your pardon! I am no Maksim Maksimich: I am captain to you!'
"'Oh, it's all the same. Would you care to have some tea? If you only knew what a load I've got on my mind!'
"'I know everything,' I replied, walking up to the bed.
"'That's all the better, then. I am in no mood to go over it again.'
"'Ensign, you have committed an offense for which I too may have to answer...'
"'Well, why not? Have we not always shared everything equally?'
"'This is no time to joke. Will you surrender your sword?'
"'Mitka, my sword!'
"Mitka brought the sword. Having thus done my duty, I sat down on the bed and said: 'Listen here, Grigoriy Aleksandrovich, you'd best admit that it's wrong.'
"'What's wrong?'
"'That you kidnapped Bela. What a crook that Azamat is! Come now, admit it,' I said to him.
"'Why should I? She happens to please me.'
"Now what could I say to that? I didn't know what to do. Nevertheless after a moment's silence I told him he would have to give the girl back if her father insisted.
"'I don't see why I should!'
49
bride-money, dowry. Many tribes regulate marriages by requiring the husband to pay for the wife before marriage – if she returns to her family he doesn't always get his money back; alternatively, her family gives money which is often retained by her no matter what happens.
50
the narrator (can you figure out which one here?) has already forgotten that this courser never needed to be tethered.