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"The world does not know the difference between Armenians and Turks!" he complained again and again. Once again we arranged ourselves about his open chimney-place, this time with Kagig on a foot-stool in the midst of us. Heat, weariness, and process of digestion were combining to make us drowsily comfortable, and I, for one, would have fallen asleep where I sat.
We looked, and held our breath. Maga Jhaere stood there, with a hand on the masonry on each side! "You fool, Kagig, what you fill this castle full of wood for?" she demanded. Kagig beckoned to her. "To burn little traitoresses!" he answered tenderly. "Come here!"
When he reached this place without a stitch on him he still had all his money in his clenched fists! Quite a sportsman what? Imagine his juggling with it while they whipped him with knotted cords!" "What have you heard about Kagig?" "Nothing. But a lot about vukuart.* It's vague, but there's something in the air.
While we talked I saw Gregor Jhaere, the attaman of gipsies, ride down the track on a brown mule and dismount within ten yards of Kagig. He hobbled his mule, and went and sat close by Kagig and the Turk, engaging in a three-cornered talk with them. Kagig seemed to have expected him, for there was no sign of greeting or surprise.
"Men, women and children how many of you are there?" "Who knows? Who has counted? They keep coming." "No, they don't. You've set a guard to keep any more away for fear the food won't last I know you have! Well what does it matter how many you are? I say let us all go to Zeitoon and help Kagig!" "Oh, bravo!" shouted Fred, but it was Will's praise that proved acceptable and made her smile.
Whether or not Kagig slept, as he had said he would, on horse-back, he kept himself and our prisoners out of sight somewhere in the van; and this time the rear was brought up by a squadron of ragged irregular horse that would have made any old campaigner choke with joy to look at them. Drill those men knew very little of only sufficient to make it possible to lead them.
"Where's Kagig bound for?" "Round behind Beirut Dagh," Kagig announced grimly. "That's our danger-point. If the Turks force their way round the mountain " He shrugged his expressive shoulders. Only he of all of us seemed to view the situation seriously. I think we others felt a thrill rather of sport than of danger.
Then she let him come in and close the door, giving him the broken lantern to hold, which he did very meekly, rubbing the crown of his head with the other hand; and she stood facing the lot of us with hands on her hips and a fine air of despising every one of us. But I noticed that she kept a cautious eye on Kagig, who in return paid very little attention to her.
"That's the only kind that won't keep. Spit it out!" said Will. Kagig faced us on the stable roof, and his finger-joints cracked again. "It is the worst! They have sent Mahmoud Bey, against us. I would rather any six other Turks. Mahmoud Bey is not a fool. He is a young successful man, who looks to this campaign to bolster his ambition. He is a ruthless brute!" "Which Turk isn't?" asked Will.
I might have been inclined to resent the inactivity assigned to me, only that it gave me a better chance than I had hoped for of watching for signs of Maga Jhaere's promised treachery. Will helped me up and made the perch comfortable; then he and Kagig rode away together.
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