Days passed, weeks passed, and months passed. One day he was sitting there waiting. She appeared. But this time there were neither greyhounds nor hawk-bearers with her. She was alone, with a number of her maidens. She urged her horse on and came up to Farhat.
“Hail, great Master,” she said. “What has chained thee to these mountains—to the solitudes of these desert places? I ever see thee here.”
The Castle of Anoush
“His warm blood sprinkled the wonders that were the work of his hands.”
Raffi.
“The joy of sometimes seeing a transcendently beautiful vision light up the solitudes of these desert places,” answered Farhat.
“Is thy love so great, then?” she asked, smiling.
“Who can help loving her that has not a peer amongst the immortals? Who can help loving her whose breath gives life, whose one glance confers eternal happiness? Do you think that the heart of him that is ever occupied with the stone and the chisel becomes so hardened that there is no room left in it for beauty?”