There are the files, there is the knife." "Give it me," Klea requested.

"This blade is sharp and bright, and as soon as I saw it I felt as if it bid me take it with me.

Very likely I may have to come through the desert alone at night." "Aye," said the smith, "and even the weakest feels stronger when he has a weapon.

Hide the knife somewhere about you, my child, only take care not to hurt yourself with it.

Now let me take your arm, and on we will go--but not quite so fast." Klea led the smith to the door he indicated, and saw with admiration how unfailingly the bolt sprang forward when one half of the door closed upon the other, and how easily the key pushed it back again; then, after conducting Krates back to the Sphinx near which she had met him, she went on her way at her quickest pace, for the sun was already very low, and it seemed scarcely possible to reach Memphis before it should set.
As she approached a tavern where soldiers and low people were accustomed to resort, she was met by a drunken slave.