? ? ? ? "And myself into the bargain," said Solan, with a shudder.
? ? ? ? "But if you were to die, anyway, you would find the nerve to do it," replied Thurid.
? ? ? ? "Yes," muttered Solan, "I have often thought upon that very thing. Well, First Born, is your red princess worth the price I ask for my services, or will you go without her and see her in the arms of Salensus Oll tomorrow night?"
? ? ? ? "Take your price, yellow man," replied Thurid, with an oath. "Half now and the balance when you have fulfilled your contract."
? ? ? ? With that the dator threw a well-filled money-pouch upon the table.
? ? ? ? Solan opened the pouch and with trembling fingers counted its contents. His weird eyes assumed a greedy expression, and his unkempt beard and mustache twitched with the muscles of his mouth and chin.
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