Coming home late from a feast CHAPTER II
Luckily, when we were going to renounce and were back on our steps, preparing ourselves to receive an exemplar punishment, we met our friend by the mouth of the dale, below the arch of an acqueduct. And, while all the others went to him in order to hug him and ask for explanations, I noticed that Ishak-Ghalam, who had been holding a strange item into his hands up to a few moments earlier, as soon as we had come close, hid it in a pocket of his dress. Our questions were met with vague answers: nothing peculiar had happened to him, he simply was distracted and lost us, so he had decided to wait for us there. But I knew none of it was true, that something had took place which he did not mean for us to know. Or maybe he even had never got lost, but
