Plays of Gods and Men by Lord Dunsany

Tharmia:
You know that my lineage is almost divine.

Arolind:
My father’s sword was so terrible that he had to hide it with a cloak.

Tharmia:
He probably did that because there were no jewels in the scabbard.

Arolind:
There were emeralds in it that outstared the sea.

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Tharmia:
Now I must leave you here and go down among the shops for I have not changed my hair since we came to Thek.

Ichtharion:
Have you not brought that from Barbul-el-Sharnak?