The Eye of Zeitoon by Talbot Mundy
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"Have you a horse?"
He nodded. "You and your horse, then, two piasters a day, and you feed yourself and the beast." The man agreed, very bright-eyed. Often it takes a day or two to come to terms with natives of that country, yet the terms the consul offered him were those for a man of very ordinary attainments. "Come back in an hour," said the consul. Without a word of answer Kagig vaulted back across the rail and disappeared around the corner of the house, walking without hurry but not looking back. "Kagig, by jove! It would take too long now to tell that story of the letter to Adrianople. I've no proof, but a private notion that Kagig is descended from the old Armenian kings. In a certain sort of tight place there's not a better man in Asia. Now, Lord Montdidier, if you're in earnest about searching for that castle of your Crusader ancestors, you're in luck!" "You know it's what I came here for," said Monty. "These friends of mine are curious, and I'm determined. Now that Fred's well--" "I'm puzzled," said the consul, leaning back and looking at us all with half-closed eyes. "Why should Kagig choose just this time to guide a hunting party? If any man knows trouble's brewing, I suspect |
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