A fortnight after my discussion with the owner Suleyman and I set out on our way thither, having sent Rashid ahead of us to find a decent lodging, since it was our intention to remain there several days.
The village was arranged in steps upon a mountain side, the roofs of houses on the lower level serving as approach to those above.

On all the steep slopes round about it there were orchards, with now and then a flat-roofed house among the trees.
Rashid came out to meet us, accompanied by certain of the elders, among whom I looked in vain for the owner of the land we were to visit.

My first inquiry was for him.

Rashid replied: 'He is unpopular.
I went to the chief people of the village'-- he waved his hand towards the persons who escorted him--'and they have set apart a house and stable for your Honour's use.' The house turned out to be a single room, cube-shaped, and furnished only with some matting.

The stable, part of the same building, was exactly like it, except that it was open at one end.
We had our supper at a tavern by the village spring, surrounded by a friendly crowd of fellahin.