Then I saw my horse at a great distance, galloping, and heard the nephew of the owner saying that he must pursue it, while I must mount his horse and ride on slowly.
'Not half a mile from here, upon that hill,' he said, 'is Katamun, the country seat of the Greek Patriarch.

There you are certain to find people who will have compassion.

Would God that I had never lived to see this day! Would God that I were in the grave instead of you!' He seemed beside himself with grief and fear on my account; and yet the sense of property remained supreme.

His first concern was to retrieve the runaway.
Bewildered and unable to see clearly, I did not mount the horse, which would have mastered me in that condition, but led him slowly up the hill to Katamun.

Upon the top there was a grove of trees, above which peeped some flat roofs and a dome.