"And the place where ye get tin? Well."
"And the place where amber is found?" continued Dagon.
"May Thou perish at once!" answered the gracious Prince Hiram, extending his hand. "But Thou wilt not keep up a malignant heart toward me because of those two little flat boats?"
Dagon sighed.
"I will work to forget. But what a property I should have now if Thou hadst not driven them off at that time!"
"Enough!" interrupted Rabsun; "talk of Phoenicia."
"Through whom wilt Thou learn of Beroes and the treaty?" asked Hiram of
Dagon.
"Let that drop. It is dangerous to speak of it, for priests will be involved in the matter."
"And through whom couldst Thou ruin the treaty?"
"I think I think that perhaps through the heir to the throne. I have many notes of his."