"Water shall be our drink, who have had enough of drugged wines," for he remembered the Christmas feast in the Hall at Steeple.
"You, Sir Godwin," went on Masouda, "have about your neck a certain ring which you were mad enough to show to me, a stranger--a ring with writing on it which none can read save the great men that in this land are called the dais.

Well, as it chances, the secret is safe with me; but be wise; say nothing of that ring and let no eye see it." "Why not ?" asked Godwin.

"It is the token of our dead uncle to the Al-je-bal." She looked round her cautiously and replied: "Because it is, or was once, the great Signet, and a day may come when it will save your lives.

Doubtless when the lord who is dead thought it gone forever he caused another to be fashioned, so like that I who have had both in my hand could not tell the two apart.

To him who holds that ring all gates are open; but to let it be known that you have its double means death.