You are an American." The sarcasm was not lost on Truxton King, but he was not inclined to resent it.

A twinkle had come into the eyes of the ancient; the deep lines about his lips seemed almost ready to crack into a smile.
"What's the price of that old sword you have in the window ?" "Do you wish to purchase it ?" "Certainly." "Three hundred gavvos." "What's that in dollars ?" "Four hundred and twenty." "Whew!" "It is genuine, sir, and three hundred years old.

Old Prince Boris carried it.

It's most rare.

Ten years ago you might have had it for fifty gavvos.