"As one man to another, I tell you it is not so.

_I_ ask no smile of your wife and no acre of your soil.

Be wise and help us to be gone, and live on undisturbed in such fashion as may please you." The Khan stood still awhile, swinging his long arms vacantly, till something seemed to come into his mind that moved him to merriment, for he burst into one of his hideous laughs.
"I am thinking," he said, "what Atene would say if she woke up to find her sweet bird flown.

She would search for you and be angry with me." "It seems that she cannot be angrier than she is," I answered.

"Give us a night's start and let her search never so closely, she shall not find us." "You forget, Wanderer, that she and her old Rat have arts.