He sent him fat goats, gold dust, and ostrich feathers.

The Libyan, who was amazed at such caresses, was in doubt whether to respond to them or to become exasperated at them.

But Spendius pacified him, and Matho allowed himself to be ruled by the slave, remaining ever irresolute and in an unconquerable torpor, like those who have once taken a draught of which they are to die.
One morning when all three went out lion-hunting, Narr' Havas concealed a dagger in his cloak.

Spendius kept continually behind him, and when they returned the dagger had not been drawn.
Another time Narr' Havas took them a long way off, as far as the boundaries of his kingdom.

They came to a narrow gorge, and Narr' Havas smiled as he declared that he had forgotten the way.