"Look, O Prince," he said, "you may have noted last night, when that man entered the hall, that there hung about his neck this chain to which was tied a silver key." "I noted it," said Peroa.
"Then ask him, O Prince, where is the key now." "What is that to you, Dwarf ?" broke in the man.

"The key is my mark of office as chief butler to the High Satrap.

Must I always bear it for your pleasure ?" "Not when it has been taken from you, Butler," answered Bes.

"See, here it is," and from his sleeve he produced the key hanging to a piece of the chain.

"Listen, O Prince," he said.