A woman is safe in Albania.

And if I'm with you, no one will hurt you.

But if you go on by yourselves you'll very likely get murdered." Fantastic as was her intention, they knew that, as far as they themselves were concerned, she spoke common-sense.

So it came to pass that Liosha, having left them for a few moments to take grim farewell of the charred remains of her family lying hidden beneath the smouldering wreckage, returned to them with a calm face, mounted one of the ponies and pointing before her, led the way into the mountains.
Now, if old Jaff would only sit down and write this absurd Odyssey in the vivid manner in which he has related bits of it to me, he would produce the queerest book of travel ever written.

But he never will.