"
"Well, hear this, Michael Strogoff. Though I must expect no help
either from the East or from the West, even were these barbarians
six hundred thousand strong, I will never give up Irkutsk!"
Ogareff's evil eye slightly contracted. The traitor thought to himself
that the brother of the Czar did not reckon the result of treason.
The Grand Duke, who was of a nervous temperament, had great
difficulty in keeping calm whilst hearing this disastrous news.
He walked to and fro in the room, under the gaze of Ogareff,
who eyed him as a victim reserved for vengeance. He stopped
at the windows, he looked forth at the fires in the Tartar camp,
he listened to the noise of the ice-blocks drifting down the Angara.
A quarter of an hour passed without his putting any more questions.
Then taking up the letter, he re-read a passage and said, "You know
that in this letter I am warned of a traitor, of whom I must beware?"
"Yes, your Highness."
"He will try to enter Irkutsk in disguise; gain my confidence,
and betray the town to the Tartars."
"I know all that, your Highness, and I know also that Ivan Ogareff
has sworn to revenge himself personally on the Czar's brother."
"Why?"
"It is said that the officer in question was condemned by the Grand Duke
to a humiliating degradation."
"Yes, I remember. But it is a proof that the villain, who could
afterwards serve against his country and head an invasion
of barbarians, deserved it.
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