"If you were to bring Turks here, or appeal to Turks," said I, "Kagig
would never get you."

"How not?"

"Unless he should find your dead carcass after my friends and I had
finished with it!"

"What then?"

He lighted his pipe again by way of reestablishing himself in his
own esteem, and it glowed and crackled wetly in the dark beside me
in response to the workings of his intelligence.

"In case of trouble up here, and our being held prisoner, go and
find other Armenians, and order them in Kagig's name to come and
rescue us."

"Those who obey Kagig are with Kagig," he answered.

"Surely not all?"

"All that Kagig could gather to him after eleven years!"

"In that case go to Kagig, and tell him."

"Kagig would not come. He holds Zeitoon."

"Are you a fool?"