Memidik was the first to see it. He thought it was an old sack of fodder left there by last year's labourers. Then as he drew nearer he saw a pair of glinting eyes and his heart gave a jump. Strange thoughts rushed through his mind. He took another two steps and realised it must be a man. A man? But so still .. And those eyes! Never blinking,not once .. Struck with fear the young hunter turned and ran all the way back to the edge of the cotton field where Yalak villagers had built their huts and were hastily settling their belongings in a race against the oncoming darkness.
'I've seen something.' he said breathlessly. 'May my two eyes drop in front of me if I'm lying. There is something in the middle of the field a black heap, only it's got eyes, and it doesn't move at all, no more than a rock ...' The field spread out pale with cotton down to the Jeyhan River. There was a sudden silence, and Shirtless rose heavily to his feet.
'You've been having visions again,' he said. 'You'll be telling us next that you saw seven balls of light as big as mountains behind your shadow.'
'I didn't see any lights,' Memidik said. 'But its eyes were bright as lamps.' Shirtless grabbed Memidik by the neck. 'All right, lead the way, you wretched lad,' he said. 'It's always you who are at the bottom of ever piece of nonsense that's spread abroad. Remember the Green Hodja's old rifle suddenly sprouting forth leaves and flowers too? Go on! Walk.' And he forged ahead with long strides, one hand grasping the boy by the neck, just as though he were a rabbit.
The others left their work and followed. Sefer the Muhter, who had been standing a little apart, his head bent in thought, looked up curiously and followed too.
Memidik was the first to see it. He thought it was an old sack of fodder left there by last year's labourers. Then as he drew nearer he saw a pair of glinting eyes and his heart gave a jump. Strange thoughts rushed through his mind. He took another two steps and realised it must be a man. A man? But so still .. And those eyes! Never blinking,not once .. Struck with fear the young hunter turned and ran all the way back to the edge of the cotton field where Yalak villagers had built their huts and were hastily settling their belongings in a race against the oncoming darkness.
'I've seen something.' he said breathlessly. 'May my two eyes drop in front of me if I'm lying. There is something in the middle of the field a black heap, only it's got eyes, and it doesn't move at all, no more than a rock ...' The field spread out pale with cotton down to the Jeyhan River. There was a sudden silence, and Shirtless rose heavily to his feet.
'You've been having visions again,' he said. 'You'll be telling us next that you saw seven balls of light as big as mountains behind your shadow.'
'I didn't see any lights,' Memidik said. 'But its eyes were bright as lamps.' Shirtless grabbed Memidik by the neck. 'All right, lead the way, you wretched lad,' he said. 'It's always you who are at the bottom of ever piece of nonsense that's spread abroad. Remember the Green Hodja's old rifle suddenly sprouting forth leaves and flowers too? Go on! Walk.' And he forged ahead with long strides, one hand grasping the boy by the neck, just as though he were a rabbit.
The others left their work and followed. Sefer the Muhter, who had been standing a little apart, his head bent in thought, looked up curiously and followed too.
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