9/15 We all supped together, the old man babbling of the days of old with great excitement. His son stared at me with unblinking eyes. At last he said: 'I like thee, O khawajah. I had once a son about thy age. Say, O my father, is there not a strong resemblance ?' Thereafter he talked quite as much as the old man, giving me the history of their emigration from the Caucasus to escape the yoke of the accursed Muscovite, and enumerating all the troubles which attended their first coming into Syria. |