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118 ACROSS ASIA MINOR ON FOOT<br />

It was a problem for the sentry, complicated by<br />

more than what might befall himself The killing or<br />

injurinfj of a Moslem by an Armenian (leaving me,<br />

a foreigner, out of the questioi]) is always an enormously<br />

serious thing. Moslems might have risen to<br />

avenge the shedding of Moslem blood, and Armenians<br />

of the town, women and children as well as men, would<br />

have suftered. All these aspects of the question the<br />

sentry knew well, and passed in review. I looked<br />

back to get, if I could, some inkling of his thoughts.<br />

He had resumed his beat—the wisest course considering<br />

all things—reflecting thankfully, no doubt, that we<br />

had been ending the trespass instead of beginning it.<br />

During the afternoon another instance occurred of<br />

what Achmet, as a Moslem, could carry through without<br />

trouble resulting. I wished to reach a rock, high<br />

up the valley side, that promised a fine view over the<br />

town and castle. We spent half an hour in a maze<br />

of alleys, each stopping with a dead end, vainly<br />

endeavouring to get through to the open ground a<br />

few hundred yards away. At last I proposed to try<br />

farther along, but now Achmet thought his reputation<br />

at stake, and that he must discover or make<br />

a way here. He became obstinate, and said he<br />

would ffo throuo^h the houses. Various doors that<br />

he tried were fastened ; but one at length flew open<br />

before his vigorous push, and bidding me follow, he<br />

entered. Certainly it was a poor man's house, but<br />

it was Turkish— the place of secluded females, the<br />

owner's castle nnore than is the home of any Englishman<br />

; I would have trespassed in many private houses<br />

rather than this.<br />

I followed, however, wondering not a little what the<br />

outcome would be. We went through the house, out<br />

into a yard, and there came face to face with an unveiled<br />

w^oman. I expected screams, abuse, a gathering<br />

of neighbours, something like a riot ; but Achmet said<br />

a few quiet words and all was well. So w^e went on,<br />

climbing over walls, crossing yards, passed through<br />

another house, and at last reached the open hillside.

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