The Duel and Other Stories eBook

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A little while afterwards, Von Koren and the deacon met near the little bridge.  The deacon was excited; he breathed hard, and avoided looking in people’s faces.  He felt ashamed both of his terror and his muddy, wet garments.

“I thought you meant to kill him . . .” he muttered.  “How contrary to human nature it is!  How utterly unnatural it is!”

“But how did you come here?” asked the zoologist.

“Don’t ask,” said the deacon, waving his hand.  “The evil one tempted me, saying:  ‘Go, go. . . .’  So I went and almost died of fright in the maize.  But now, thank God, thank God. . . .  I am awfully pleased with you,” muttered the deacon.  “Old Grandad Tarantula will be glad . . . .  It’s funny, it’s too funny!  Only I beg of you most earnestly don’t tell anybody I was there, or I may get into hot water with the authorities.  They will say:  ‘The deacon was a second.’”

“Gentlemen,” said Von Koren, “the deacon asks you not to tell any one you’ve seen him here.  He might get into trouble.”

“How contrary to human nature it is!” sighed the deacon.  “Excuse my saying so, but your face was so dreadful that I thought you were going to kill him.”

“I was very much tempted to put an end to that scoundrel,” said Von Koren, “but you shouted close by, and I missed my aim.  The whole procedure is revolting to any one who is not used to it, and it has exhausted me, deacon.  I feel awfully tired.  Come along. . . .”

“No, you must let me walk back.  I must get dry, for I am wet and cold.”

“Well, as you like,” said the zoologist, in a weary tone, feeling dispirited, and, getting into the carriage, he closed his eyes.  “As you like. . . .”

While they were moving about the carriages and taking their seats, Kerbalay stood in the road, and, laying his hands on his stomach, he bowed low, showing his teeth; he imagined that the gentry had come to enjoy the beauties of nature and drink tea, and could not understand why they were getting into the carriages.  The party set off in complete silence and only the deacon was left by the duhan.

“Come to the duhan, drink tea,” he said to Kerbalay.  “Me wants to eat.”

Kerbalay spoke good Russian, but the deacon imagined that the Tatar would understand him better if he talked to him in broken Russian.  “Cook omelette, give cheese. . . .”

“Come, come, father,” said Kerbalay, bowing.  “I’ll give you everything . . . .  I’ve cheese and wine. . . .  Eat what you like.”

“What is ‘God’ in Tatar?” asked the deacon, going into the duhan.

“Your God and my God are the same,” said Kerbalay, not understanding him.  “God is the same for all men, only men are different.  Some are Russian, some are Turks, some are English—­there are many sorts of men, but God is one.”

“Very good.  If all men worship the same God, why do you Mohammedans look upon Christians as your everlasting enemies?”

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