Passage A.585

rendering, not the wording of the record

Suddenly everyone stopped and fixed their eyes on one side: in front of the hall the khevisberi Beridze had risen, a man of middle height, set firm like the foot of an oak, with bristling moustaches and a stern face. Beridze spoke in a thundering voice; in his hand he held a beer helmet, gilded, silvered and inlaid with gold, cut by a sword in two places, "looked into", and sealed with holy wax. Beridze cried out: Community and village, God have mercy on Ghachaura!