completely shut in on three sides, and only on the right, between two rocks, a silver streak in the blue distance, might be discerned the sea.
On hearing steps the old man's grandson thrust his curly black head out of the hut door.
"They are coming," announced Antiochus.
"Who are coming?"
"The priest and the keeper."
The man sprang out, as agile and hairy as his own goats, and swore roundly at the keeper for always interfering in other people's business.
"I'll break all his bones for him!" he growled threateningly, but when he saw the dog he drew back, while the old man's dog ran forward to sniff at and greet the visitor.
Antiochus took charge of the box again and sat down on a stone facing the opening in the rocks. All around were an immense number of wild-boar-skins, striped black and grey, and of marten skins flecked with gold, spread out on the rocks to dry. Inside the hut he could see the form of the old man lying on a heap of other skins, his dark face, framed in the white hair and beard, already set in the composure
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