The Daughter of the Commandant - Page 81/87

My judges, who appeared to be listening to my answers with a certain

good will, were again prejudiced against me by the sight of my

confusion. The officer of the Guard requested that I should be

confronted with the principal accuser. The General bade them bring in

yesterday's rascal. I turned eagerly towards the door to look out for

my accuser.

A few moments afterwards the clank of chains was heard, and there

entered--Chvabrine. I was struck by the change that had come over him.

He was pale and thin. His hair, formerly black as jet, had begun to turn

grey. His long beard was unkempt. He repeated all his accusations in a

feeble, but resolute tone. According to him, I had been sent by

Pugatchef as a spy to Orenburg; I went out each day as far as the line

of sharpshooters to transmit written news of all that was passing within

the town; finally, I had definitely come over to the usurper's side,

going with him from fort to fort, and trying, by all the means in my

power, to do evil to my companions in treason, to supplant them in their

posts, and profit more by the favours of the arch-rebel. I heard him to

the end in silence, and felt glad of one thing; he had never pronounced

Marya's name. Was it because his self-love was wounded by the thought of

her who had disdainfully rejected him, or was it that still within his

heart yet lingered a spark of the same feeling which kept me silent?

Whatever it was, the Commission did not hear spoken the name of the

daughter of the Commandant of Fort Belogorsk. I was still further

confirmed in the resolution I had taken, and when the judges asked me if

I had aught to answer to Chvabrine's allegations, I contented myself

with saying that I did abide by my first declaration, and that I had

nothing more to show for my vindication.

The General bid them take us away. We went out together. I looked calmly

at Chvabrine, and did not say one word to him. He smiled a smile of

satisfied hatred, gathered up his fetters, and quickened his pace to

pass before me. I was taken back to prison, and after that I underwent

no further examination.

I was not witness to all that I have still to tell my readers, but I

have heard the whole thing related so often that the least little

details have remained graven in my memory, and it seems to me I was

present myself.

Marya was received by my parents with the cordial kindness

characteristic of people in old days. In the opportunity presented to

them of giving a home to a poor orphan they saw a favour of God. Very

soon they became truly attached to her, for one could not know her

without loving her. My love no longer appeared a folly even to my

father, and my mother thought only of the union of her Petrusha with the

Commandant's daughter.