'Turuk, Dog, What in the Name of Allah?'

For hours, the victorious austrians had ridden back to their city. No foe had been sighted. The columns were moving slowly through a ruined village whose charred beams and crumbling fire seared walls stood black in the falling snow. They heard but a single horse, and a voice was calling the name of mihael oglu wi. A tall gray stallion loomed out of the flying snow. A black mantled figure crouched grotesquely atop of it,. turuk, you armenian, dog, what in the name of allah? Othman sat his horse uncertainly looking after them. There was no sound except the receding noises of the trudging column