Amid all this he remembered his former humiliations, weaknesses, and mistakes, and the recollection was not disagreeable.

It was clear that there among the mountains, waterfalls, fair Circassians, and dangers, such mistakes could not recur.

Having once made full confession to himself there was an end of it all.

One other vision, the sweetest of them all, mingled with the young man's every thought of the future--the vision of a woman.
And there, among the mountains, she appeared to his imagination as a Circassian slave, a fine figure with a long plait of hair and deep submissive eyes.

He pictured a lonely hut in the mountains, and on the threshold she stands awaiting him when, tired and covered with dust, blood, and fame, he returns to her.