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PART SEVEN 183 When the war was declared, Maksud Giray was at the Crimean throne. He had been a fairly successful ruler during the peace time. However, as the news about the war intensified he began to act inconsistently. He was soon was panicked. He spread rumors of conspiracy seeking his own impeachment. His behavior represented a deliberate abdication His estimate proved correct. Soon after the declaration war he was dismissed by the Sultan. Kirim Giray replaced him. Kirim Giray, was a clever, experienced fox in his sixties; had served earlier as a Khan for six years. He was called to Istanbul. Things to be done were explained to him. Not to leave room for the Russians consolidation, a winter campaign was decided upon. January was considered as the most suitable time, when the harsh winter conditions would be at its peak. In Southern Russia it would be glacial. There would be no need for bridges to cross rivers and swamps. The news that Kırım Giray was preparing for a winter attack reached western Caucasia by November. Without a public solicitation on the part of the Khanate, Misostikos began advocating the participation of the Caucasians in this campaign. At the Kalubatukos' farm a second meeting was held with the participation of only western leaders. New decisions were taken. According to these decisions: One. Western Caucasia shall build an army of its own under the command of Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen, and would join forces with Kırım Giray against the Russians.. Two. The Beys of the Janes and Bjedugs would not directly participate in the offensive. They would guard the banks of the River Kuban . Three. All the rest of the tribes in the western Caucasia would participate in the campaign. To this end, the Natuhay, Hatukoy, Şapsığ, Abzah, Ubih and Karaçay-Balkar regions would be contacted and asked to provide volunteers. The central and the eastern Caucasia were vulnerable. The independent Kebertey Princes too were in trouble. There was a Russian fortress in the Mozdok Forest. A colony had been formed around it by the Cossacks. Moreover; two years earlier, in the summer of 1767, the commoners had rebelled against the nobles. An angry mob of ten thousand, had deserted the Beys to settle in the forests between the Terek and Malk rivers. The tension between the commoners and the Beys had been smoldering ever since. Due to their internal situation, the people of central Caucasians, especially the Keberteys, were not in a position to involve in the affairs in the west. Nevertheless the Kebertey Princes kept informed on the developments. All of the northern Caucasia was overwhelmed by a frenzy. Horse borne messengers incessantly shuttled between the tribes, and between the valleys. There was no headquarters or a joint information center. Therefore, chaos and misinformation could not be avoided. The fortuity was to shape the future. O0O 184 The hundred horsemen of Koseyiko Beslen, who would command the Şapsığ brigades in the Cameron against the Russians, were sent out to reconnoiter the Şapsığ region on the early days of November. Two of them came to the Psifabe Valley. After having met with Natho Hanbeş and Sabe, one of them proceeded from the western bank of the Psifabe river towards the south; while the other crossed the river and set out to the Çığızaç village. One was to visit the villages on the left bank and the other those on the right bank of the Psıfabe Stream. The Nathos had provided each of them with one guide. When the messenger, accompanied by Nakur, a slave of the Nathos, entered the Basti quarter, Genar happened to be in the courtyard. He was with slave Zako's son Bace. Genar looked at Bace. -One of them is the Natho's man Nekur. The other doesn't look like anyone from our valley. You take care of the horses, I'll call father. When Genar returned with his father, Bace was walking the foaming horses. The stranger, without a sign of fatigue, was standing erect. This man in his thirties had an air of nobility. He greeted Bastiko Bram with a mild smile. Slave Nekur stood a few steps behind him; he smiled warmly to Genar. When Genar approached, in a whisper he said :"Natho Şate sent his greetings" The messenger stayed out, despite Bram's invitation. He said he wanted to convey the messages and resume his journey onward immediately. He said -My horse is exhausted. I would like to change it, if possible. The Basti daughters served water and Boza. While Bram was talking with the stranger, Genar and Bace saddled two of the horses in the stable. Nekur was going to return, Bace was going to accompany the messenger. Bram, had asked preparations accordingly.
After the stranger and Bace set on the road, Nekur asked for permission
to leave as well. In spite of invitation of Genar for lunch, he didn't
stay. "Before its gets late I should be home" , he said, and
left at once.
Bram did not moved. He looked pensive. Genar, having bade good-bye to Nekur, had come back and was standing few steps away from his father. The Basti daughters Bramhan and Dane, a little farther away, were talking softly. Curious eyes of the people of the Basti quarter were on Bram. Everyone had noticed arrival and rapid departure of a stranger. Bram lifted his head. Looked at Genar. -The man was a messenger from Koseyiko Beslen. The Crimean Khan will start the offensive against the Russians in a month. We will join forces with him. Genar turned pale. He swallowed as if his throat had dried up. He could not speak. He was overwhelmed by a mixed feeling: Joy, fear, anxiety, curiosity, all were intermingled. He couldn't discern what he wanted and what he didn't. There were nothing clear in his mind. Bram went on solemnly. -We will be involved in a conflict that doesn't concern us. He looked towards the guest house. -Where is Sena I wonder? He said. Without waiting for an answer from his son, he added. -Never mind, I'll find him. You leave for Çemko at once. Bring your uncle Takir here. Tell him it is important. Explain him the situation. Be here by the evening! In a few minutes Genar, with the young slave Hafus, set out galloping to Çemko. Throughout the journey he responded rarely to the questions posed by Hafus. Not because he didn't value him, but he was absorbed in a deep thought. He was thinking of the impending campaign against Russia.. He was excited not because he welcomed the war, but because of the challenge he was to confront. Takir was at the farm. He listened to Genar and offered no response. After lunch Takir and Genar set out for Çığızaç. Takir seemed to think those were only the natural developments. He did not want to know more than what Genar had to say. His thick brows, like a curtain, covered his eyes further. Bram gathered the notables of the village for dinner. In the three rooms of the guest house, where Ahmet Sena was staying, were overflowing with crowd. The news about the campaign were was spread all over the village. Everyone was excited. After the dinner the youth of the village assembled in front of Ahmet Sena's place. They waited for a long time, eager to find out what the elders were discussing. Finally, late in the evening, the door was cracked open. The decisions taken was conveyed to the young men, from mouth to mouth. In the village, there were one hundred and sixty men within age group of twenty and forty. Eighty of them could participate in the campaign. And only the volunteers would go. If the number of volunteers exceeded eighty, the names would be drawn from the lot. So a small unit of eighty men, to be raised in the Çığızaç village was to be commanded by Basti Takir. Takir was not to be convinced so easily. The old Basti argued: -Don't think I'm afraid of fighting. I have lived for a long time isolated from the community. I don't know how to manage the people. If you want, I would join the campaign. But, mot as a commanding officer.. Genar had been worried over the possibility of his father's joining the unit. He was pleased to see his uncle in a commanding position. If his father permitted, if he could catch the chance to go, he would be more at ease under his uncle’s command. The meeting dispersed by midnight. Only Bram stayed behind with Ahmet Sena. Genar, like everybody else, left the guest house, walked to his home, waited for the Basti youth to go to bed. Then, he came out to the courtyard again. He came around Sena's place, started watching the door. It was a cold night. Frost was nipping the air. Thousands of starts were twinkling in the sky. Slave Zako, after a walk around the Basti quarter, had arrived at the front yard. His wool cap was pulled down to his eyebrows, the sides were wrapped tightly around his neck. His heavy felt cloak was tightly fastened in front. As usual, his dogs were with him. Genar was happy to see Zako. -I want to see Sena. But, my father is still with him. I'm waiting for my father to leave. Zako looked towards Sena's house; and said:. -You've chosen a bad spot to watch. Your father might see you here as he leaves. Let's walk this way. They walked down the path leading to the mosque for a while. Then they walked back. They stopped over the fence, with a view of Sena's house. Zako` whispered to Genar. -I don't know, if you've noticed! Sena doesn't look good since the war news arrived. While you were in the west for the meeting, he walked around all alone, like crazy, up the hills and down the fields. When he was in the village, he shut himself in the house. Genar huddled to Zako wondering. -Why was that? Zako didn't respond at once, as if he was thinking. Then, he spoke very softly. -Sena is a lonely strange guy. He should have been married a long time ago. Genar, couldn't help but laugh. 186 At that moment, the door of the Sena's room opened. The weak light from the room illuminated part of the hall. First Bram, then Sena appeared at the door. Bram didn't linger. He left wishing good night. Sena, looked up to the sky. He took a deep breath. Then, he turned around, entered the room. He shut the door. Genar and Zako, after a short while, entered the courtyard slowly. While Zako walked to the backyard, Genar took the steps. He knocked on Sena's door. Sena, yelled from inside. -Come in, Genar! The door is open. When Genar entered, Sena was sitting by the hearth. He didn't turn around to look. The big logs in the hearth had turned into red ember. Genar, after closing the door, walked into the room. -How did you know it was me? Sena looked with tired eyes. He gave a slight smile. -I knew you couldn't have slept without talking to me. Genar sat to the left side of the hearth. He was cold. Wringing his hands, he came closer to the fire. Sena looked at Genar for a moment. -The Russian steppes are cold. Don't you rely on your thin, soft Caucasian boots. You will wear heavy felt boots. Over them you will put on çarık1 Genar was listening, eyes open enlarged and mouth wide open. His eyes reflected both astonishment and worry. It was clear that he was having difficulty believing his ears. Sena continued after a brief pause. -Don't worry! I'll make you a pair of felt boots before you leave. Genar asked with excitement -Do you think my father will let me go? Sena took the heavy iron tongs. He pushed around the cinders in the hearth. -Your father hasn't said anything yet. I don't think he'll let your uncle Takir to go alone. One of you will certainly go with him. You are the most suitable one among the Basti youth. Genar was pleased, but he couldn't find anything to say. He looked down, embarrassed. Sena continued slowly -I don't believe the Russians would resist Khan's army. The Russian soldiers would retreat into the fortresses. The nobles will withdraw to the north, to the well protected towns. You will only encounter with the miserable peasants. As far as I can see, the winter campaign will not be perilous. But, it will still be an interesting experience for you. You'll learn certain things that you should know. Hence, you must go on to this campaign. Genar interjected with excitement -I want very much to go. Ahmet Sena didn't speak for a long time. He stirred the embers another time. Then, he made a short, astonishing statement. -I am also going. Genar, surprised, shouted. -To the campaign? How come? Sena smiled sadly. -No, I won't join as fighting man. I will come along with you to Crimea. Then... Well, I don't know what then. Genar, moved over his knees. As if he was in pain, he pushed his hands over his abdomen. He leaned toward Sena. - Will l You be leaving us? How can my father accept it? 187 -I didn't tell him yet. You are the first one to hear my decision. Genar stood up. He sat down again. His heart felt strangely heavy. He couldn't figure out what to say. Tears filled his eyes. His hands went to his lips. Sena continued with a sad voice. -I thought I would stay here for the rest of my life. But, a voice is calling me. Who and to where I don't know. Genar, stunned and with tears, was looking at him. His teeth were locked, he was having difficulty in speaking. With a coarse voice, he asked. -Tell me for God’s sake! Did any one offend you? What happened? I want to know. Sena, noticing the tears running down Genar's face, smiled. -What is wrong with you? You will get me going as well. I am not going anywhere yet. They sat silent for a long time. It was Sena who broke the silence. -I can see your life is changing. I can't say how it will end up. I don't want to get under your feet. -I don't understand you. Sena laughed. -I been among you for the last six seven years. I can't figure you out. You are divided into clans and families. In peace time everyone lives independently. But as soon as there is war in the air you can unite. Really, it is not possible to understand you people. -You are right! We are strange. We don't have Khans or Sultans. We are like a herd without a shepherd. As the sun begins to be covered with clouds, and begin wolves howl; fear brings us together. In summary we are in a sad state. You've repeated that number of times. Yes, you are right! Absolutely right! It was Sena's turn to be astonished. He turned red as if he was struck on the face. He turned around to look at Genar. Genar had fixed his eyes on the embers in the hearth. His expression was not one of hurt, but of sadness. They didn't talk again. When Genar left, Sena didn't move. A grief was weighing his soul down. When the red embers in the hearth turned to black cinders, he was still reflecting upon his long past. Without taking root anywhere, he was thrown from one place to another. He had thought of Caucasia, and the Basti quarter would be his final stop. He had believed this. But a little worm inside him chewed upon this belief. At the end the worm succeeded. It had broken his endurance. As soon as he heard the war news, his ties with Caucasia were severed. Why had he waited till this day. Nobody was holding him. He didn't know. He seemed to have lived a serene life during these six-seven years. In reality, it was more tiring than his previous adventurous life. In spite of his old age, he had learned a new language. He had tried to adopt the rigid traditions of a different community. During all this time he had fought with himself. He had endured it with patience. He stood up. He took a pillow and a quilt from the cupboard. He turned off the oil lamp. He laid down with his clothes on. He let his soul wander in the immense darkness. His consciousness dwindled, and finally collapsed. O0O 188 The Tatars, who constituted the real force behind the Crimean Khan, had not made the final decision between nomadic life and settled. A large majority lived in the farms and villages. A part of them were still nomads. Their daily needs were minimum. They led a simple life. Once upon a time, the five clans that the Khanate was dependent on, could be mobilized to go on a campaign overnight. Today, the clans were not as agile and quick. Even so, the Crimean army was ready for the campaign within a month. Crimean forces had three components: The first Army, under the command of Nurettin Paş2 was stationed along the Don river. The Second Army, under the command of Kalgay3 , was at the region between Dinyeper and Dinyestter rivers. The two armies were to defend Crimea against any to be invasion attempted, by Russians or any other power. The main army, under the command of the Khan, was going to attack Russian Ukraine. They were going to guard specifically the Polish border. The war started with Russian attack on Poland. Khan's move would be a retaliatory nature. It would also encourage the Polish. Everything was planned in this context. Kırım Giray, had set his headquarters in Bessarabia, at the town of Kavu?an. The army under Khan's command was to concentrate there. When Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen arrived at Kavu?an with their cavalry, the Crimean army was completing the final preparations. Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen was taken to the Khan's 4 tent to be presented to Kırım Giray. As the Khan's Vazir told him that the Caucasians had come to lend support, Kırım Giray didn't appear to be pleased. He viewed them with suspicion for some time. Kırım Giray, said that he hadn't called upon Caucasians for the campaign. Vazir reminded him the decree of conscription sent to all the commanders in chiefs at the provinces. He explained that upon the call of the Taman commander-in-chief the Caucasians were mobilized. Nevertheless the Khan was still strangely suspicious. With no explications, he declined to have them in the army. He ordered the Caucasian offer of support be turned down. Misostiko Bata, who was conversant in Crimean Turkish very well, listened to this conversation, between the Khan and his Vazir, with patience. When he saw the Khan's decisiveness, he asked permission to speak. Kırım Giray attentively examined Misostiko, who spoke Tatar perfectly. He allowed him to speak, trying to conceal his curiosity. Misostiko Bata had turned scarlet with anxiety and anger. He took a deep breath. He had difficulty in controlling his emotions, he defended in thoughtful manner. -Khan! We know you are in no need of help. We are not here only to help you. We came here to defend our own land. The Russians has built in the middle of Caucasia, in the Mozdok forest, fortresses and villages. We want to put an end to such expansionism which may jeopardize our independence in the future. That's why we are here with you. Kırım Giray smiled slightly. He had appreciated Misostikos speech; his interjection. What made Kırım Giray worried was the future. Caucasia was preparing an army, however small, and was proceeding beyond its borders. A Caucasia who tasted the victory and independence would have been undesirable to him. That was his concern. The Khan contemplated a long while. Then he granted permission for the admittance of the Caucasian cavalry brigade to the Crimean army. 189 In the evening the chief commanders met in the Khan's tent. Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen were invited to the dinner as well. Baron De Tott, the French Consul General, was also there as the guest of honor. He was to be present during the campaign as an observer. On this occasion the two Caucasian prince met with a European diplomat for the first time. Baron De Tott had noticed the arrival of the Caucasian army; he had been quite surprised. The Caucasian cavalry, who had not received formal military training, was in uniforms like the brigade of the Khans guards. They were divided into orderly battalions. There was a commander for each squadron. They were in total discipline. They had nothing in common with the disorderly Nogays, or the Tatars coming from the provinces. Their arms were in top shape. From the point of the provisions, they didn't pose any additional weight on the Khan. Each soldier was provided with provisions for one month. Baron was very attentive to Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen. He had discussed with them the situation in Caucasia. He took notes. O0O Seven hundred cavalrymen from the Psifabe Valley had joined the campaign. The volunteers of the right bank and the left bank villages had been organized as separate units one commanded by Bastiko Takir, and the other by Natho Hanbeş. These two units were to stay together. They would act in unison. Takir was an introvert person. Hanbeş, on the other hand, talkative and good natured person. They complemented each other. The two commanding officers had chosen their nephews as their messengers. Genar would take position by Takir, Şate would be by Hanbeş. When needed they would transmit their orders to the units. They had brought along the young slaves to take care of the horses and for other services. Their duties had been explained to them. The camp had been set up in the Kavu?an plain. Genar and Şate spread their felts on the ground. They were sitting side by side with their cloaks at their shoulders. They were watching the army encampment along Deniester. Facing them were sitting in a half-circle their friends from the Çığızaç; Haguruko Perit, Yeftaleko Nashe, Shaloho Netaf, Kocako Bate and others. From Psikuy, Şate's best friend Çermıtıko Aje and others also were here, sitting in silence. Further down the young grooms had collected wood and put on a fire. Jıbğe, Takir's groom, was an able cook. Genar's groom Bace and Şate's groom Nekur were helping him. All the provisions and necessary utensils had been brought on the spare horses, in bags full with dried meat, cheese, cooked millet flour, various bread and buns. The bonfires scintillated as the army camp darkened. The scintillating fires reminded Genar of Ahmet Sena. Sena saying to: "You are going to a cold land with frozen earth. Don't get close to fire! Throughout the campaign, stay away from the fire. If you reach it once, you will want it again." They had parted with Sena in Crimea, in the vicinity of Bahçesaray. He had said "I don't think we'll meet again. Don't look for me here on your way back. Because I won't stay here. I don't know where I shall end up. Perhaps Istanbul, perhaps the Balkans.. Let us see where the winds of destiny will take me.." At time of their departure from the Çığızaç, the parting scene of Sena and Bram was very touching. The two old men couldn't hold their tears back, they had cried like children. The whole of Basti quarter had shed tears over Sena's departure. The most stern Basti woman Gigi had said "you are leaving us at a bad time. Our children are going to war. You can imagine how difficult it is for us. Only, it is more difficult to see you leave;" Ahmet Sena was heart broken. He had always respected this frank woman. He hadn't imagined that Gigi could be so emotional. Women and young girls followed him wiping their tears; they had inquired if they had done something to offend him. How much he was moved! He almost went back on his decision. With this fear in his heart, he couldn't look at Genar's mother Libe, at the Basti daughters; and especially at Bramhan and Dane. Ahmet Sean, whispered with a hoarse voice: -I don't know why and where I'm going either. But I definitely want to go. Please forgive me. Give me your benediction. A voice inside me tells me, it is time to leave. Not to prolong this farewell scene, he had violated the tradition which he had abided for the last six or seven years, for the first time he had mounted his horse in the quarters, and galloped away. It was the steaming Paste Şevöni5 that brought Genar came back to reality. There were dried meat, salty Caucasian cheese pieces added to the paste. They waited for it cool a little. In the absence of service plates they ate out of the şevöni After the meal, the foursome, Genar, Şate, Perit and Aje went on a promenade. They circled within the camp. They visited the group came from the Natuhay Shore. Şate knew some of them. They found Subaneku Haze?. They chatted shortly. Then they returned to the their tents where they would spend the night. Tatars and Nogays had simple tents that easily put up. These tents were constituted by few wooden sticks and a piece of felt. The tent cover could be felt, or it could also be kilim or leather. In the Nogay tents, there was a whole at the top which served as a chimney. A small fire could be set up inside. Some of the Caucasians had acquired Nogay tents. The princes and the nobles had Ottoman tents. Nobles of the shores also brought such tents. The great majority had a kind of tent easier to carry and set up; but very low. Two fork shaped sticks stuck on the ground and a connecting resilient stick across the two, formed the skeleton. Over this simple construction a thick felt was spread. That made the tent. Some these tents were for single person, others were for two or four. It was not possible to have fire inside. They were useful only to sleep at night. Genar and his friends would sleep in tents of this sort. They had set up their simple tents as soon as they had arrived. Haguruko Perit and Çermıtıko Aje lit up a candle and went inside the tent to make their beds. Genar and Şate, in the meantime, went to see their uncle. They were going to ask for permission to retire for the evening.
Hanbeş and Takir had set up a Nogay type of tent. It didn't have
a ventilation hole at the top. They were talking with the people
who had come to visit in the candle light. Jibğe was standing by
the fire he had set up right in front of the tent. He welcomed Genar
and Şate, smiling.
They talked in whisper with Jıbğe for awhile. Then they entered the tent. They asked for permission to retire. 191 Takir and Hanbeş gave their permission, but they asked them to check up on the guards and the grooms before. Caucasian brigades were stationed at the eastern edge of the army camp in elliptical formation. They were more than twenty thousand strong. The Psifabe brigade was stationed nearly at center of the Caucasian army. It was a relatively safe location. In spite of this, they had taken precautions to keep watch on the horses. Selected guards and young grooms were to take turn to keep watch throughout the night. Genar and Şate found all the grooms up and chatting joyously. After talking with them awhile, they returned to their own tent. Everybody, except the guards, was getting ready for bed. They entered the tent on their knees. Genar and Şate laid down at one corner, Perit and Aje at another. The tent was so small that their knees were touching to each others' feet. They spread their heavy felt cloaks over their wool blankets. They pulled their wool caps over their fur hats. They wrapped the sides of their wool caps around their necks. The night was extremely cold. Inside the tent it was not so bad, however. Genar thought about Ahmet Sena. His departure had created a great void in himself. He felt a strange sadness. He had gotten used to Ahmet Sena's presence so utterly that he couldn't imagine a life without him! Sena, besides being a respected elder, was a warm friend. When he felt troubled, he sought refuge with him. When he needed to learn anything he ran to him. But now, he had lost him completely. His essential support in life and existence had disappeared. It seemed everything was halted in Bahcesaray. He was shaken deeply with such feelings. He hadn't spoken a word between Crimea and Kavu?an. He brought his head out of the blanket. Listened. Footsteps had ceased outside. In distance he could hear horses neighing. Haguruko Perit and Çermıtıko Aje had started snoring. He couldn't even hear Şate breathing. In a low voice he asked: -Şate! Are you sleeping? Şate's answer came so quick that Genar was taken back -No!
Genar turned towards Şate.
-Are you cold? -No. I am comfortable. -Me too. But I couldn't get to sleep. I feel troubled too. I don't have a solid reason like yours. I feels like I won't be able to return and see the family again. They didn't speak for a moment. Genar disturbed the silence. -I have seen nothing except simple village disputes. I have been to hunting. I have learned how to use fire-arms. Only, I don't have any experience of actual fighting. Şate laughed. -You are not alone. None of us knows anything about war. But we have to face it. Genar lifted his head up with a childish excitement. 192 -If there is a battle, let's stay together. You, me and other good friends. Let's stand against the enemy without being separated. That way we will be more powerful. Şate laughed again. -You are not the only one worrying. We are all like that. If you want the truth: I am anxious as well. There is an immense trouble inside me. I am curious about what is to come. He paused, thought for a few seconds
-You are right! We keep together. We would be l fighting and
moving side by side, shoulder to shoulder.
At that moment they heard whispers and footsteps outside. The thin glacial snow was squawking under the steps of the people walking. Genar and Şate lent their ears. They recognized the people who were speaking immediately. They were their uncles. Natho Hanbeş and Basti Takir were checking up on the Psifabe guards. The commandant of the Caucasian army Misistiko Bata had asked them to be alert all the time. The theft was common in the Crimean army. Especially the Nogays were stealing food, arms and even horses. Outside of the guards corps the other brigades of the Crimean army were providing their own provisions. They had come on the condition of being self-sufficient in terms of supplies and provisions. Those who were there for spoils sake did not care what belonged to whom. To them every things was common property. Therefore, all of the Caucasian Brigades were warned. In case of theft they were ordered not to take action without permission of the commander.. Occurrence of conflict would displease the Khan. It could irritate him. Hanbeş and Takir were following the orders. They were warned the guards individually. Şate wished good-night once the footsteps died away. Genar arranged his cloak. -Good-night! He responded. Şate soon fell asleep. He began to breath in short intervals. But Genar could not sleep so soon. This time, he had remembered Gubate. Thinking of Gubate made him forget his sorrow over the departure of Ahmet Sena. He was filled with a pleasant feeling of optimism. Few days before getting on the road, Genar and Haguruko Perit, had visited the Nathos overnight on the pretext of seeing Şate to discuss about the approaching campaign. In reality his only wish was to see Gubate one last time. During this last visit Gubate treated him quite nicely. However, they were never left alone. He could not get a chance to speak with her freely. As they were leaving, Gubate had smiled tenderly. She had made a gift to him of a pair of woolen socks and gloves knitted by herself, to be used during the campaign. Gubate stood in front of him as she did in his last visit. She was smiling, as if her golden hair and blue eyes were illuminating the tent; he imagined After awhile, the fantasy along with the reality became blurred. He fell into a deep sleep. O0O The army moving along the west bank of Deniester, marched to the city of Balta. The developments in Balta was the underlying cause of the war. 193 It so happened that after the death of the king Agust III of Poland, the Russian monarch Tsaritza Catherina had ventured to take advantage of the situation. She mobilized her army and invaded Poland. She had declared Earl Stanislas, one of her intimates, as the king of Poland. The Polish patriots, not accepting the situation, had revolted. They had organized new army and had concentrated in the city of Bar. The Russians had attacked the city of Bar as well. They had defeated the Polish patriots. They had pursued them to the Ottoman city of Balta. In the street battles they had also massacred the Turkish population of the city. The Ottoman Empire had declared war against the Russia upon these developments. Kırım Giray had chosen the city of Balta as the first stopover of the campaign. It had been destroyed terribly by the Russians. In Balta, an Ottoman cavalry of ten thousand strong joined the Crimean army. The army didn't stay in Balta long. It marched towards the west. Final preparations were made in Ottoman town of Olmar. In the meantime the weather was turning for the worst. The rivers and the swamps had been frozen. There were no further natural deterrent in the path of the Crimean army. There the Russians had built high towers made of wood over-looking the northern borders of the Ottoman and Crimean land. These were place at regular distances from river Don to the Polish border. At each border station a company of soldiers were at guard. Russians were informed instantly about the winter campaign of Kırım Giray through their spies. Before the Crimean army was mobilized, the stations were vacated and the towers were demolished.
Before the army left Olmar, the Zaporaj Cossacks were contacted.
To prevent back stabbing, they were asked to join the campaign. But
the Cossacks refused this offer. They reiterated their neutrality.
In contrast, the Ignace Cossacks, who had revolted against Peter the Great at one time, joined the Crimean army. These men refusing to shave their beards had revolted against the Tzarina, and had abandoned their home land. They lived in a small community at their new settlement on the northern bank of the river Kuban, in the Jane and Bjedug region. Crimean army, after taking all the precautions left Olmar. They advanced in columns close to each other, into the Steppes of Ukraine. The frozen rivers and the swamps were safely crossed. From Olmar up to the Russian stronghold at Saint-Elisabeth Fortress, more than hundred towns and numerous villages were burned and destroyed. The Joint Ottoman-Crimean armies met with no resistance. A minor attack on the Saint-Elisabeth Fortress proved sufficient to force the Russians to surrender. Each town and village captured was a new source of sheltering and supply of provisions for the army. Large amount of fodder was captured. The quantity in excess were burnt. All the measures were to make life difficult for the enemy. The extreme cold was both favored and hindered the campaign. The Ottoman cavalry, not being prepared for the severe conditions, suffered heavy casualties. Many of them died of frost. Hundreds of horses too perished. The horses which were about to die were given over to the Nogays. The Nogay groups who savored horse meat, slaughtered the animals at the throes of death, cut them in small pieces and distributed among themselves. Caucasian brigades were at the right flank. They advanced without loosing elbow-contact with the Crimean forces. As they advanced they pillaged, burned and destroyed every village and town on their path. In fact, they were familiar such actions. The experienced men, who were used in dealing with the Kalmuk and Nogays at the northern steppes of Kuban, were commanding the army. 194 The novices were the youth, no doubt. Those participating in action for the first time, like Genar and Şate, didn't know what to do in the beginning. But, they were to be tempered soon. They became ruthless in a matter of few days. Without thinking the necessity of it, they burned and destroyed. They destroyed many homes filled with love and warmth. They met with the harsh reality of war. On the twentieth day of the campaign the Minor Psifabe Brigade surrounded a village. Around this village of modest mud plastered houses with reed and earthen roofs, laid a vast field.
Şate pointed the village to Genar.
Şate's eye was attracted by the mansion.
-I want to see that place first, he said as he spurred his horse. Genar and twenty other young men followed Şate. They galloped through the village center. They entered the garden of the mansion haughtily. For a while, they watched the grand single story building with closed shutters. A wide stairs with four-five steps was leading to a two winged door. A large dog climbed the stairs, barking. It continued snarling with its back to the door. There was no living creature besides the dog in sight. At the east of the grand mansion the stable, straw-shed and the store-houses were extending. Around those, there were a separate hedge. On the left, facing the small courtyard, there were few low, small buildings These were, probably, for the servants and the domestics. After sometime, one of the doors of the cottages screeched open. An old, unkempt man came out. He was holding a large earthen bowl in his hands. He approached to Şate and Genar, who were standing forward. He stopped eight-ten steps away. The bowl in his hands was filled with steaming white milk. The old man, as if he was afraid to come closer, looked first at Şate, and then to Genar. While his eyes still expressing fear, he put forward the bowl, he appeared to be saying "take it and drink!" Genar, for an instant, remembered his grand father Dadu. He felt strained. He felt compassion for this old man offering milk to the ones who came to destroy their home, their land. Then, instantaneously, he felt aversion. To himself "No, it is not possible!" he said "My grandfather wouldn't be able to accept this insult. He would fight, he would die. But he wouldn't do this."
Right after he remembered Ahmet Sena.
Ahmet Sena had said: -The nobles will withdraw from the villages, farms to the north, to the secure towns. They will shelters behind the army lines. You will encounter only the villagers in wretched condition. Genar looked at Şate with mixed feelings. Şate was furious. He turned his reddened eyes to Genar. -We cannot accept any of their offerings from their hands. We should refuse everything that will soften our hearts. He whipped his horse sternly. With the pain the horse jumped forward. Şate, as he was passing near him, kicked the men forcefully. As the milk bowl was flying in the air, the old man fell on the ground. He tried to get up. The earth was covered with frozen snow. He fell for the second time. His nose, mouth were covered with blood. At his second attempt he managed to stand up. At this time Şate made a circle, charged his horse to the old man again. He kicked once more. The old man collapsed on the ground. 195 The large, black dog at the top of the stairs attacked Şate. Şate whipping the dog, made another circle. He drove his horse to the door where the old man came from. He kicked the door ajar. The door opened all the way. As Şate turned around and moved away, a young man sprung from the open door. His hair was unkempt, his eyes were wide open. He was a tall, huge person. He had a large knife in his hand. He throw the knife with force behind Şate The knife flew, it struck Şate between the shoulder blades. Şate's face strained within a moment. His eyes shone. He looked at Genar with no hope in them. Few seconds later he fell over his horse. He was going to fell off. Genar reached to steady him. The other men terrified, pulled on the reins. Their confusion rested a short while. They knocked down the snarling dog and the attacking young men instantly. While Genar and Aje taking Şate down the horse, the others broke down the doors and entered the cottages and the mansion. There was no one in the mansion. In the cottages, there were more then twenty persons. They offered no resistance, three young men and a middle aged man were put to sword. The women and children were trembling and crying with fear. They wanted to take Şate into the mansion. But he lifted his hand with difficulty, and said "No!" He looked at Genar a short while with dull eyes. -Perhaps I was wrong. Genar turned his head to Aje. He whispered. -Inform the elders! Two young men left the courtyard galloping to take the news to Natho Hanbeş and Basti Takir. Şate's eye lids were half closed. He spoke in a voice that was difficult to hear. -Genar! This isn't right. I should have died defending my land. Genar was afraid. -You will not die! You see: there are people in our brigade who know about knife wounds very well. I have sent for them. They will arrive shortly. He pulled Şate to his chest further. He took his head on to his left arm. Şate's breathing got weaker. he opened his eyes slightly, he smiled to Genar. -Genar! What was our business in others' land? His last words were like a farewell. -If I die, don't leave me here! His eyes closed. He did not speak again. Hanbeş and Takir came galloping with twenty-thirty horsemen behind. Hanbeş got off his horse rapidly. He bent over Şate with short of breath. He looked for few seconds. -Şate! What happened my boy? He said. Şate, as if recognizing the voice, opened his eyes a little. He remained like that. This was his last response to his surroundings. He was dead. At the corner between the mansion and the cottages stood the women and the children, gazing at the new comers with fear. Genar thought Şate was alive still. He was searching for signs of life over his face with hope. Hanbeş was the first one to recognize the reality. Without knowing what he was doing, he stood up. He looked at the women and children at the corner. Aje, from his behavior, realized Şate's death. He became mad with anger. He pulled his sword and walked to the women and children. The women and children with eyes rounded with fear, huddled together. They became one big mass of flesh. The children crying loud, were trying to hide among the elders. 196 Hanbeş, shouted in a hard, hoarse voice.
-Aje! Leave them alone!
-No! One of them killed Şate. Hanbeş, with a more decisive voice, ordered. -"Stop!" I'm telling you. Then, his voice softened as if he lost his strength. -No use anymore! He said. O0O The news of Natho Şate's death was spread rapidly among the Caucasian brigades. Aside from few deaths due to freezing, there had not been any casualties. It was assumed that the Psifabe Brigade had met with serious resistance. All the forces were assembled. Caucasian Army with their commandants Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko Beslen arrived at the village where the event had taken place. Koseyiko was very sad over the unfortunate death of young Natho Şate, who like himself was a Şapsığ. Both of the Princes offered condolences to the uncle of Şate, Natho Hanbeş. Then, they directed the actions in the village themselves. They vacated the village, and ordered to burn down all the structures. In the mean time, an ox was sacrificed. Şate's body was placed dry blanket, was wrapped tightly with the skin of the animal. It was tied. The body was put on a horse, by bending slightly at the abdomen. It was so cold that, in a short time the body and the skin around it froze. They were stiffened. As the Caucasian Brigades withdrew, only the old and the handicaps were left behind. Healthy men and women, children, all the animals of the village were taken as booty. Genar, towed the horse carrying Şate's body. He had asked Natho Hanbeş's permission to perform this duty. Hanbeş, in his sixties, was very much disheartened. He didn't speak. He nodded, meaning "all right." Genar neither smiled nor spoke after Şate's death. With the horse carrying Şate's body in his tow, he drifted here and there within the crowd of the army. No doubt, Genar was not the only one to have chagrin. Şate's own villagers, his friends. Especially Çermıtıko Aje was immersed in deep sorrow. At the time when Şate was hit, his groom Nekur happened to be away. When he learned, he had thrown himself from place to place. He sobbed for hours. Now, he was walking behind the stiffened body of Şate with his teeth locked. Şate's death impressed Psifabe brigade so much that, they never participated in any looting. During the march, Şate's close friends formed a circle around the body. As if protecting a valuable treasure, they followed Genar and the loaded horse. Some Nogays, at the sight of the small cluster of persons around the body felt suspicious. They circulated a rumor in their own brigades to the effect that the Caucasians had seized an important treasure. It excited Nogays so much that it almost caused a fight. One night, about thirty Nogays were caught attempting to steal the “treasure”. 197 Nogays were terribly embarrassed when they realized that what they assumed as a treasure in fact was a dead body. The Nogay Serasker or commander and some Mirzas apologized Natho Hanbeş and Basti Takir. The main army, after looting and burning down the town of Acemka, marched to the west to the , Polish border. This movement became the beginning of retreat. The brigades moved along the border to the south, destroying and looting the villages and towns on their way. The load the army had been carrying had increased. It was not able to move rapidly. More than twenty thousand slaves, numerous animals were gathered as booty. The slaves were healthy, young, in good physical condition. They were selected carefully. The booty was going to be partitioned in the town of Savran. As soon as Kırım Giray’s order to the same effect reached the Brigades, disintegration started. The Yedesan Nogays, to avoid turning in the ten percent to the Khan, run away into the steppes of cold and death. The Ottoman cavaliers, most of whom had died of frost, got into various ways of tricks. The old Kırım Giray, during this campaign of more than one month, was tired and was taken ill. He didn't follow these unpleasant events up. Once arrived in Savran, the booty was partitioned. Their shares were given to the Nogays coming from the east, to the brigades of the provinces and to the Caucasians. The permission to return to their lands were issued. The Khan, with the Guard's Corps and Bessarabia brigades, marched to Bender. The Caucasian army made preparations for the return. The marching plans were re-organized. They started towards the eastern Crimea, with the booty carried in the middle on the column. After going through the Or-kapi, as they reached to Bahçesaray, they paused. They were to stay here for a week, they would unload the booty that was not worth carrying to Caucasia. In exchange, the owners would take away what they want. The permission of the Khan's deputy was asked for this reason. The location of the army camp was selected. An plan for the brigades to go into the Bahçesaray market in turns charted down. The Khan, who had stayed back in Beder overnight, returned to his palace in Kavu?an with his Guard's Corps. The elderly Khan was tired. In addition, one of his old illness relapsed. At this time Siropolo, an envoy of the Wallachian Prince of Greek origin, was in Kavu?an. In appearance, he carried a message from the prince. In reality, he was a traitor bought up by the Tzaritza Katerina (Queen Catherina). The Khan, suffering from pain, didn't refuse the remedy offered by Siropolo. He laid to the bed lethargic, and with a sweet numbness. He died the following night. Siropolo, taking advantage of the confusion that followed the death of the Khan, disappeared without a trace. At any rate he was not initially suspected of treachery. A new Khan with vision and authority as Kırım Giray was what the Russians were afraid of. All along the campaign they watched him without putting up resistance. The Tsaritza Catherina. had looked for ways to eliminate Kırım Giray, who could change the course of the war; and she had found it. The Khanzades started secretly the fight to seize the power. Majority of them were not loyal to the Ottoman rulers as had been in the past. The Supreme Council of the Khanate gathered. They selected a Khanzade to rule until a new Khan was announced by Istanbul. The preparations to take the Khans remains to Crimea were started.
The bad news reached to the Caucasian army while they were still at the
skirts of Bahçesaray.
Misostiko Bata, Koseyiko Beslen and some other noble military men of the Caucasian army decided to stay in Crimea to attend the funeral of Kırım Giray. To take the army back to the country, a new commanding delegation including Basti Takir, was selected. 198 Genar lifted his head after they passed Or-kapi and entered Crimean peninsula. He was hoping to see Ahmet Sena again. He was shattered once again with Şate's death. He needed Sena's strong will power and his encouraging words. At Or-kapi, at Ferah Kerman market place, at Bahçesaray bazaar his eyes searched for Ahmet Sena. He inquired about this Istanbolite, the old Ottoman merchant from everyone he encountered. But he couldn't find even a smallest trace of him. Even when the Caucasian army marched to the Kerç strait, Genar kept his hope. He continued his investigation as they were passing through the land controlled by the Şirin clan. He walked around the ancient Crimean bazaar which was the center of the Şirins. He asked about Ahmet Sena at the docks in Kerç strait. When they boarded on the boats to cross the Kerç strait, the painful reality weighed down in his heart. Ahmet Sena wasn't there any longer. Şate too had missed Sena. As they reached Caucasian, his sadness turned into a fear. He could almost hear the wailing that would break when they enter the Courtyard of the Nathos. He was especially thinking of Gubate, he didn't want to guess her reaction. The Caucasian Brigades, after crossing the Kerç Strait, without dispersing and keeping the order, continued marching to the Hatkoy land. The flat land that spread to the south and to the east was harbinger of the end of all dangers. The islands and galleries of woods, vast meadows followed one another. The environs of the villages and the farms were portioned into orderly plots and were plowed. All of this fertile, rich land was welcoming the returning owners with warmth. All the fighters looked like they had been in a fire. The snow and the extreme cold had scorched, parched their skin. They had their hands, faces darkened, they were unrecognizable. The nightmare had ended. They had reached the motherland. The humid wind from the west was thawing their eyebrows, sprinkling a new joy of life into their hearts.
The brigades paused at the skirts of the first Hatukoy village. The
remaining booty were partitioned according to the needs of the regional
brigades. The gifts to be presented to the Jane and Bjedug Chiefs,
and to the Kemguy nobles were selected.
Lepsiko, the oldest of the commanding delegation that took over the command after Misostiko Bata and Koseyiko stayed back in Crimea, walked to the center of the circle. Turning over his heels, he looked at all the brigades one by ones. The warriors were immobile and silent as bronze statues. Lepsiko, looked at the sky for a moment. Then, he started talking slowly. -Merciful God! Yes: we have casualties. But compared to the danger we faced, it is minor. We will not forget the ones we had left behind. We will always cherish their memories. Lepsiko, after a short pause, continued. -I can say that, besides the Guards Corps of the Khan, we were the most disciplined. We didn't go astray like Nogays and Tatars of the steppes. We have proven our respect for one another, our respect for the traditions. We should be proud of this. I congratulate all of you! Lepsiko, called the chiefs of the brigades to the center. He bid farewell to each one of them. He said that the brigades were free now, they could return to their regions as they wished. The circle was untangled. Each unit took the road to its own region, valley, and home with joy. O0O 199 The Psifabe brigade, with the other brigades heading east, reached the Ubin Valley by the end of February. They were welcomed with joy by the people of the valley. The Psifabe brigade camped outside of the Hampiy village, rested for a day. The news about the death of Şate, the nephew of one of the brigade's chief Natho Hanbeş, and the arrival of his remains to the homeland had reached to Hampiy and the neighboring villages. With Vesteko leading, the elders offered condolences to Hanbeş and Basti Takir. Natho Hanbeş wished to take precautions to avoid having his family face with the sad news brutally. While the Psifabe brigade camping in the Ubin Valley, he sent home in advance Çermıtıko Aje and Haguruko Perit. He wanted them to explain the situation to Şate's father, Natho Sabe, in an appropriate language. The brigade, which had set out on their way a day after the messengers, marched in discipline and order. Every single soldiers were determined on returning his own village only after turning over Şate’s remains to the family. The brigades entered the Psifabe Valley the third day after leaving Hampiy. They reached the outskirts of Psikuy at sun set. The air was clear, but cold. Çermıtıko Aje and Haguruko Perit had brought the sad news two days ago. Hell had broken in Natho neighborhood. Şate's mother Pake, his sister Gubate and the other Natho women had cried wailing for hours. The grand-uncle Shalak, had paced up and down in the courtyard of Natho Sabe. He had grumbled to himself. "We said at the time: 'don't get involved in others' business' They didn't listen. Yes: if you into some one else’s land, home, either he will kill you, or you'll kill them!" he had said. He condemned the ones who had decided upon taking part in the campaign. Grandmother Zeyide, in spite her immense sorrow, had not lost her sense. She had received the death of her grandchild some what natural. "Not everyone that leaves for war returns. What can we say: Its God's wish. He had chosen one of the casualties among Nathos"; she had said. Haguruko Perit had not stayed in Psikuy; he taken the news to Çığızaç. The news of the imminent return of the brigade and the death of Şate was spread throughout the villages in the valley. Stream of people from near-by and far away villages started to head for Psikuy. A group from the Çığızaç, Bastiko Bram leading, had also arrived. The brigade was received by groups on horse-back as it approached to the village. The main crowd was waiting at the flat land just outside the village. The tempest of the day before had ceased, the calm had returned. They were watching with grief the path leading to the west through the tall plane-trees. The women on the left and the men on the right had formed two large groups. Natho Sabe and Basti Bram were at the halfway from both groups. Few paces behind them there was Sabe's wife Pake standing dejected. Two women were supporting her. When the advanced guards of the brigade appeared through the plane-trees, the crowd stirred. Anxious and silent waiting ended. Conversations in low voice started. However, no one moved. The brigade, coming out of the woods to the flat land, opened up like a spectrum. All the soldiers dismounted their horses. Genar came forward, leading the horse carrying Şate's body. He walked with Hanbeş on his right and Takir on his left. The others followed them. The young cavaliers of the brigade, towing their horses, had formed orderly rows. They had created a disposition similar to the Guards Corps of Kırım Giray. At the end, under the care of the grooms the laden horses and the booties were arriving. 200 Genar looked at the crowd waiting at the edge of the village in silence. He expected the women, especially Şate's mother, to rush wailing. he had wondered about the comportment of Gubate. His heart beat fast with worry as he approached the crowd. However, none of his concern was materialized. The orderly march of the brigade had impressed the crowd. No one moved. When they came close to the crowd they stopped. There were only about ten steps left in between. After a brief hesitation, Natho Sabe and Basti Bram, together, came forward. Sabe embraced first his older brother Hanbeş and then Basti Takir. Bram without uttering a word followed him. Sabe turned around. Natho women were grouped. When Gubate started crying, they all joined her. Sabe, shouted loudly. -For god's sake, be quiet! Holding his daughter’s arm, he led the way. The others followed them. It was not possible to make the women cease crying. They stopped every now and then, blocking the way. The grandmother Zeyide and the grand uncle Shalak had not come to the reception. They were waiting in front of the family's residence. When the group entered the courtyard, with Sabe and Gubate leading, , they didn't move. They looked at the procession with grief. They remained where they were. As they approached her grandmother, Gubate run away from her father. She threw herself, crying "Nenof!" into Zayide’ arms. -It is true, Şate is dead! Zeyide embraced her grand daughter tightly. She dragged her inside. Hanbeş and Takir cut the ropes that tie Şate's body to the saddle. Brought him down. Took him inside with the help of the young men. The slave Lashe approached limping, with tears in his eyes. He took the horse which carried Şate through the frozen steppes, from Genar's hands. Patting its mane he led it to the stables. The women filled all the rooms in the house. Sounds of crying, wailing were all over the place. They were echoing in the distance. The crowd of the men, spilling over the courtyard, was waiting hopeless and confused. The sun had set down, sad faces were disappearing in the darkness. That night, all the members of the Psifabe brigade returning from the campaign were hosted in the Psikuy village. O0O It was the second week of march. It was a rainy, cold, wet night. Genar was alone in the guest house where Ahmet Sena for over six years. Large oak logs were burning in the hearth. He had sit by the same hearth before leaving for the campaign with Ahmet Sena, they had a long conversation. He was remembered that night. The flames that rose, scintillated and die through the logs seemed like illuminating Sena's visage that was lost in the darkness. As if he was speaking in the trembling bouquet of light.
-I want you to join in the campaign. Because you will see and learn
new things. He was
Genar was lost thoroughly between the reality and illusion, he stooped longing for Sena. With an air of disillusionment he murmured, -Yes! I have seen a lot. Only the price was too high. We have lost Şate. Do you realize that? 201
Sena, gleaming in the midst of the flames, didn't respond. As usual
he smiled with sadness. Then he disappeared.
-Genar! It is no good. I should have died defending my country. What business we had in others' land. He was saying. Returning to reality from the realms of illusion was more painful. Each trembling of the flames was an exclamation of this. The reality, the factual moment was dominating. Physical pain was returning with its total horror. He remembered very little of Şate's funeral. He had walked through the crowd like a ghost. It seemed to him like this event had taken place years ago. It was a dream where the traces of what he had witnessed were about to be erased. He couldn’t accept neither Sena's departure nor Şate's death as real. He was not able to recover from the immense psychological shock. It seemed he was afraid to return to the present. His uncle Takir was as reticent as ever. After his arrival he went away to Çemko. The family waited in vain for Genar to say something. They could not get any answers form him. They had learned everything from Haguruko Perit. Genar had settled in Ahmet Sena's house after the campaign. He passed the nights alone. During the day time he rode his horse to the meadows. He spend hours riding. During the early days of his return from the campaign the Basti youth surrounded him. They waited for his recount of what had happened. But, when they saw his reluctance, his silence; they left him alone. They decided to wait for him to recover and join them voluntarily. The elders, realizing his state of mind, didn't push him. They did the same. It was late in the evening. The oak logs had turned into red cinders. He seemed hearing Ahmet Sena again. But, it was a voice coming from distance. It reminded a voice of a man choking in a tempest or blizzard, short of breath -Don't come close to the fire! If you reach out once, you'll feel the cold at all times! He was saying. When the door opened he returned from his dreams to the reality. It was old Zako walking in. There was a young man with him. He had a black woolen cloak over his shoulders. He wrapped black leggings over his feet. He looked like a Nogay shepherd. When Genar looked around, Zako smiled. -If you allow, we would like to stay with you for a while. Genar nodded, meaning "okay." Zako took off his white felt cloak and hung it to one of the wooden nails on the wall. He sat down close to the hearth. He gestured to the young man to sit. The young man took off his cloak as well. Hung it to a nail. He sat down close to the door. Genar looked at the young man. He had a Russian shirt made of a cheap cloth. He realized he was a Ukrainian slave. He hand seen hundreds like him during the campaign. He asked Zako. -Who is this? Zako smiled. - A slave. When the booty was partitioned he was given to you. His name is Andre. You also have a horse. Genar took a good look at the young man. The young man also had his eyes fixed on Genar. Zako continued smiling. -They gave a pretty girl to your uncle Takir. But he didn't take the girl to Çemko. He gave her to your mother. Zako paused for a moment. Then, as if he remembered something, he continued with a louder voice 202 -Do you know what came to my mind? These two youth joined our family will make a nice couple. Don't you think so? Then, he turned to the fire with an air of regret. He smiled with sadness. -When one gets old, one says silly things like that. Genar comprehended Zako's abatement. He comforted him. -Why not! We can do as you said. Since he was my share, I give Andre to you. You educate him as you want, and have him marry as you see fit. Zako smiled with sadness. -Thank you! He said. They sat without talking for sometime. It was Zako who interrupted the silence. -I didn't mean to talk about these things. It is time you return among us. We miss the laughing, talking Genar. Genar laughed for the first time since his return from the campaign. -Tell Andre to come close to the hearth! Zako motioned the young man. The young man, first looked hesitating, as if he couldn’t believe. On the insistence of Zako, he moved shyly. He came closer between Zako and Genar. But stayed back a little. Genar turned to the man, examined him closer. He showed him in and asked him to come closer. Andre moved to the hearth further. He sat over his knees. -Genar smiled at Zako. - I am back with you! He said. They laughed together with Zako. Andre turned his wondering eyes from Genar to Zako. He smiled bashfully Genar, pointing Andre, asked. -How do you communicate with him? Zako laughed. "Don't ask" he said. He lifted both of his hands. -With these! He broke into laughter. Genar also started laughing. Andre, for the first time since his arrival to Caucasia laughed sincerely. He joined them, with all his teeth showing. Only it didn't last long. He return to his rueful state. Genar kept his eyes on Andre for a long while. The young man feeling uneasy, bowed his head down. Genar felt deeply regretted. an outsider. He was remorseful. The noble man and the two slaves remained seated in silence, watching the red cinders 1Over-shoes
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