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The mujik was accordingly conducting his guest straight to
the posting…house； when； in a narrow street； Michael Strogoff；
coming to a sudden stop sprang behind a jutting wall。
〃What is the matter？〃 asked the astonished mujik。
〃Silence！〃 replied Michael； with his finger on his lips。
At this moment a detachment debouched from the principal square
into the street which Michael Strogoff and his companion had
just been following。
At the head of the detachment； composed of twenty horsemen；
was an officer dressed in a very simple uniform。
Although he glanced rapidly from one side to the other he could
not have seen Michael Strogoff； owing to his precipitous retreat。
The detachment went at full trot into the narrow street。 Neither the
officer nor his escort concerned themselves about the inhabitants。
Several unlucky ones had scarcely time to make way for their passage。
There were a few half…stifled cries； to which thrusts of the lance gave
an instant reply； and the street was immediately cleared。
When the escort had disappeared； 〃Who is that officer？〃
asked Michael Strogoff。 And while putting the question his face
was pale as that of a corpse。
〃It is Ivan Ogareff；〃 replied the Siberian； in a deep voice
which breathed hatred。
〃He！〃 cried Michael Strogoff； from whom the word escaped with
a fury he could not conquer。 He had just recognized in this
officer the traveler who had struck him at the posting…house
of Ichim。 And； although he had only caught a glimpse of him；
it burst upon his mind； at the same time； that this traveler
was the old Zingari whose words he had overheard in the market
place of Nijni…Novgorod。
Michael Strogoff was not mistaken。 The two men were one and the same。
It was under the garb of a Zingari； mingling with the band of Sangarre；
that Ivan Ogareff had been able to leave the town of Nijni…Novgorod；
where he had gone to seek his confidants。 Sangarre and her Zingari；
well paid spies； were absolutely devoted to him。 It was he who；
during the night； on the fair…ground had uttered that singular sentence；
which Michael Strogoff could not understand； it was he who was
voyaging on board the Caucasus； with the whole of the Bohemian band；
it was he who； by this other route； from Kasan to Ichim； across the Urals；
had reached Omsk； where now he held supreme authority。
Ivan Ogareff had been barely three days at Omsk； and had it not been
for their fatal meeting at Ichim； and for the event which had detained
him three days on the banks of the Irtych； Michael Strogoff would
have evidently beaten him on the way to Irkutsk。
And who knows how many misfortunes would have been avoided in the future！
In any caseand now more than everMichael Strogoff must avoid
Ivan Ogareff； and contrive not to be seen。 When the moment of
encountering him face to face should arrive； he knew how to meet it；
even should the traitor be master of the whole of Siberia。
The mujik and Michael resumed their way and arrived at
the posting…house。 To leave Omsk by one of the breaches
would not be difficult after nightfall。 As for purchasing
a carriage to replace the tarantass； that was impossible。
There were none to be let or sold。 But what want had Michael Strogoff
now for a carriage？ Was he not alone； alas？ A horse would
suffice him； and； very fortunately； a horse could be had。
It was an animal of strength and mettle； and Michael Strogoff；
accomplished horseman as he was； could make good use of it。
It was four o'clock in the afternoon。 Michael Strogoff；
compelled to wait till nightfall； in order to pass the fortifications；
but not desiring to show himself； remained in the posting…house；
and there partook of food。
There was a great crowd in the public room。 They were talking
of the expected arrival of a corps of Muscovite troops；
not at Omsk； but at Tomska corps intended to recapture
that town from the Tartars of Feofar…Khan。
Michael Strogoff lent an attentive ear； but took no part
in the conversation。 Suddenly a cry made him tremble； a cry
which penetrated to the depths of his soul； and these two words
rushed into his ear： 〃My son！〃
His mother； the old woman Marfa； was before him！ Trembling； she smiled
upon him。 She stretched forth her arms to him。 Michael Strogoff arose。
He was about to throw himself
The thought of duty； the serious danger for his mother and
himself in this unfortunate meeting； suddenly stopped him；
and such was his command over himself that not a muscle of his
face moved。 There were twenty people in the public room。
Among them were； perhaps； spies； and was it not known in
the town that the son of Marfa Strogoff belonged to the corps
of the couriers of the Czar？
Michael Strogoff did not move。
〃Michael！〃 cried his mother。
〃Who are you； my good lady？〃 Michael Strogoff stammered；
unable to speak in his usual firm tone。
〃Who am I； thou askest！ Dost thou no longer know thy mother？〃
〃You are mistaken；〃 coldly replied Michael Strogoff。 〃A resemblance
deceives you。〃
The old Marfa went up to him； and； looking straight into his eyes；
said； 〃Thou art not the son of Peter and Marfa Strogoff？〃
Michael Strogoff would have given his life to have locked
his mother in his arms； but if he yielded it was all over
with him； with her； with his mission； with his oath！
Completely master of himself； he closed his eyes；
in order not to see the inexpressible anguish which agitated
the revered countenance of his mother。 He drew back his hands；
in order not to touch those trembling hands which sought him。
〃I do not know in truth what it is you say； my good woman；〃
he replied； stepping back。
〃Michael！〃 again cried his aged mother。
〃My name is not Michael。 I never was your son！ I am Nicholas Korpanoff；
a merchant at Irkutsk。〃
And suddenly he left the public room； whilst for the last time
the words re…echoed； 〃My son！ my son！〃
Michael Strogoff； by a desperate effort； had gone。 He did not see
his old mother； who had fallen back almost inanimate upon a bench。
But when the postmaster hastened to assist her； the aged
woman raised herself。 Suddenly a thought occurred to her。
She denied by her son！ It was not possible。 As for being
herself deceived； and taking another for him； equally impossible。
It was certainly her son whom she had just seen； and if he had not
recognized her it was because he would not； it was because he ought not；
it was because he had some cogent reasons for acting thus！
And then； her mother's feelings arising within her； she had only
one thought〃Can I； unwittingly； have ruined him？〃
〃I am mad；〃 she said to her interrogators。 〃My eyes have deceived me！
This young man is not my child。 He had not his voice。 Let us think
no more of it； if we do I shall end by finding him everywhere。〃
Less than ten minutes afterwards a Tartar officer appeared
in the posting…house。 〃Marfa Strogoff？〃 he asked。
〃It is I；〃 replied the old woman； in a tone so calm； and with a face
so tranquil； that those who had witnessed the meeting with her son
would not have known her。
〃Come；〃 said the officer；
Marfa Strogoff； with firm step； followed the Tartar。 Some moments
afterwards she found herself in the chief square in the presence
of Ivan Ogareff； to whom all the details of this scene had
been immediately reported。
Ogareff； suspecting the truth； interrogated the old Siberian woman。
〃Thy name？〃 he asked in a rough voice。
〃Marfa Strogoff。〃
〃Thou hast a son？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃He is a courier of the Czar？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Where is he？〃
〃At Moscow。〃
〃Thou hast no news of him？〃
〃No news。〃
〃Since how long？〃
〃Since two months。〃
〃Who； then； was that young man whom thou didst call thy son a few
moments ago at the posting…house？〃
〃A young Siberian whom I took for him；〃 replied Marfa Strogoff。 〃This is
the tenth man in whom I have thought I recognized my son since the town
has been so full of strangers。 I think I see him everywhere。〃
〃So this young man was not Michael Strogoff？〃
〃It was not Michael Strogoff。〃
〃Dost thou know； old woman； that I can torture thee until thou
avowest the truth？〃
〃I have spoken the truth； and torture will not cause me to