"You have nothing to fear from them," replied Ivan Ogareff.
"The invasion has been sudden; and before the Russian army can
succor them, Irkutsk or Tobolsk will have fallen into your power.
The Czar's troops have been overwhelmed at Kolyvan, as they
will be everywhere where yours meet them."
"And what advice does your devotion to the Tartar cause suggest?"
asked the Emir, after a few moments' silence.
"My advice," answered Ivan Ogareff quickly, "is to march to meet the sun.
It is to give the grass of the eastern steppes to the Turcoman horses
to consume. It is to take Irkutsk, the capital of the eastern provinces,
and with it a hostage, the possession of whom is worth a whole country.
In the place of the Czar, the Grand Duke his brother must fall
into your hands."
This was the great result aimed at by Ivan Ogareff. To listen
to him, one would have taken him for one of the cruel
descendants of Stephan Razine, the celebrated pirate
who ravaged Southern Russia in the eighteenth century.
To seize the Grand Duke, murder him pitilessly, would fully
satisfy his hatred. Besides, with the capture of Irkutsk,
all Eastern Siberia would pass to the Tartars.
"It shall be thus, Ivan," replied Feofar.
"What are your orders, Takhsir?"
"To-day our headquarters shall be removed to Tomsk."
Ogareff bowed, and, followed by the housch-begui, he retired
to execute the Emir's orders.
As he was about to mount his horse, to return to the outposts,
a tumult broke out at some distance, in the part of the camp reserved
for the prisoners.
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