This thing we already know." The old man frowned ominously.

"Dost thou ask gold ?" The Master nerved himself for the supreme demand, success in which would mean fortune beyond all calculation, power and wealth to shame all plutocrats.
"Gold ?" he repeated.

"Yea, that is what we ask! Gold! Give unto us what gold our flying house can carry hence to our own land beyond the salted seas, and we will depart.

Before the rising of the stars we will be gone.

And the peace be unto thee, O Bara Miyan, master of the gold!" Tension as of a wire about to snap contracted the Master's nerves, strong as they were.