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ARA YUSSUF, khan of the Black Sheep Turkomans, was feasting hugely in the mountains of Kopet. The feast of the bakshi, he called it.

In the evergreen gloom of a lofty gorge thousands of campfires licked off the twilight. Around each of the campfires were men. They disposed themselves busily, sewing boots,