_ 227 _ travelling, we arrived travelling on these days towards the north, and sometimes towards the north-west, because of the many bends in the road, on account of the many mountain ranges around there an hour before dawn at a place called Riscoo, cool with fruit, with gardens and orchards, but spread out and in ruins, inhabited by the same Persian people as the others, and with the same life. That afternoon an elderly Moor of a Bedouin tribe came to the caravan, accompanied by another, both well-armed with swords, bows and arrows. These people went around those high plains with a company of about forty others, some of them on horseback, and they lived by robbing travellers. The captain of the caravan, so that they would not give us any trouble, gave them, at everyone’s expense which was the case of all the presents given, three or four turbans being pieces of fine linen, and the Moors give them this name because they use them for this purpose, and as many waistbands, and two or three dyed cloths, at which they went off satisfied. And on the Saturday morning, when we were about to load, a son of this elderly man came, dark skinned, fat and very ugly, well-armed, with two more on horseback and five or six on foot, and went to the captain of the caravan, and to other Turks and Persians who were with him, and
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