Behistunskaa Nadpis- Armenia Apr 2026

He did not copy the swallow.

When the chisel slipped—deliberately, they said—I left a crack running down the neck of the kneeling rebel. The crack is still there. Rain found it. Then lichen. Then a British officer in 1835, pressing paper against the stone, copying my master’s lie. behistunskaa nadpis- armenia

But what I carved between the words?