We had reached the fortress of Erzingjan, the headquarters of a Turkish corps and the gate of Armenia.
I showed the man our passports, but he did not salute and let us move on.

He called another fellow from the guardhouse, who motioned us to keep pace with him as he stumped down a side lane.

At the other end was a big barracks with sentries outside.

The man spoke to us in Turkish, which Hussin interpreted.

There was somebody in that barracks who wanted badly to see us.
'By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept,' quoted Blenkiron softly.