`What
should I do? Trust Shamil and go back to him? He is a fox and would play me
false. And even if he did not, I could still not submit to this ginger-haired
double-dealer. I could not because, now that I have been with the Russians, he
will never trust me again,' thought Hadji Murad. And he recalled the Tavlistan
folk-tale about the falcon which was caught, lived among people and then
returned to his home in the mountains. The falcon returned wearing jesses on
his legs and there were bells still on them. And the falcons spurned him. `Fly
back to the place where they put silver bells on you,' they said. ' we have no
bells, nor do we have jesses.' The falcon did not want to leave his homeland
and stayed. But the other falcons would not have him and tore him to death.
Just as they will tear me to death, thought Hadji Murad.
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