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Updated: June 13, 2025
So Fred helped me on the horse and I rode back to the castle, where I explained the details of the fighting below to the defenders, and then rode on down to Zeitoon by the other road. It was wearing along into the afternoon, and I had no idea which way to take to look for Gloria; but I did have a notion that Maga Jhaere might be looking out for me.
Zeitoon itself is a mountain, next neighbor to the Beirut Dagh, not as high, nor as inaccessible; but high enough, and inaccessible enough to give further pause to its would-be conquerors.
Will drank the beastly stuff, of course, to keep himself in countenance, and I did not care to go back on a friend before a foreigner, but I envied the man from Zeitoon his liberty of choice. "Why do they call you the Eye of Zeitoon?" I asked, when time enough had elapsed to preclude his imagining that we regarded him seriously.
From that dizzy height we had a full view between the mountains, not only of the immediate environs of Zeitoon, but of most of the pass up which we ourselves had come, and of some of the open land beyond it. "D'you see Turks now?" Monty pointed, but there was no need. Dense masses of men were bivouacked beyond the bottom of the wide clay ramp.
I think we can hold that clay ramp you came up yesterday against all comers. But there's a way round the back of this mountain that leads to the dismantled fort you see on this side of the river. That is the fort built by the Turkish soldiers whom Kagig told us the women of Zeitoon threw one by one over the bridge."
At last somebody with louder lungs than any other man made Ephraim understand that it was I who sent the messenger to Zeitoon. Instantly that solved the problem to his mind. I should be hanged, and that would be all about it. He gesticulated. The men swarmed down off the ladder to the already overcrowded floor, and mistaking Will for me several men started to thrust him forward.
"Come with us," said Will. "Come to the States." "No, no, effendi. I know my people. They are good folk. They mistrust me now, and if I were to stay among them where they could see me and accuse me, and where the Turks could make a peg of me on which to hang mistrust, I should be a source of weakness to them. Nevertheless, I am ever the Eye of Zeitoon! I shall go into hiding, and watch!
You will hurry hurry hurry to meet him to meet him as near Zeitoon as possible, so as to turn him back to his post of duty!" Then Ephraim saw his chance. Some whisperer translated to him and he owned a voice that was worth gold for political purposes.
They throw Turks over a bridge-side in Zeitoon! I myself will provide servants, who shall bring them back safely!" It seemed to me that he breathed inward as he said that. A Turk would have added "Inshallah!" if God wills! "Make ready for a journey of two months," he said. "When and where shall the start be?" It would obviously be unwise to start from the consulate.
We had all our work cut out to shepherd our poor stragglers along the track Will found, and even the view of Zeitoon when we turned round the last bend and saw the place jeweled in the morning mist did not do much to increase the speed. As Kagig had once promised us, it was "scenery to burst the heart!"
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