“No, I don’t care anything about that.”
Archag was in a naughty mood; he kicked his heels against the rock on which he was sitting.
“We might go to the cave of Karadéré (Black Valley),” said Jakoub, after a while, hesitating, “only——”
“Only what?”
“Only the neighborhood is infested by brigands, and your father would never let us go there if he knew.”
“Is it far from here?”
“Six hours on horseback; but the road is bad, and hard to find.”
“Have you been there yourself?”
“Yes, last year with my dayeh (uncle). Just imagine a hall underground, as high as a cathedral, all decorated with festoons and lace of stone! I never saw anything so beautiful in all my life, and I would just like to go there again like everything!” cried Jakoub, quite carried away by his enthusiasm.
“Didn’t the brigands do anything to you?”