"Nonsense."
"You go very far, Nebsecht, and are not foreseeing, 'He who needlessly hurts an innocent animal shall be served in the same way by the spirits of the netherworld,' says the law; but I see what you will say. You hold it lawful to put a beast to pain, when you can thereby increase that knowledge by which you alleviate the sufferings of man, and enrich—"
"And do not you?"
A gentle smile passed over Pentaur's face; leaned over the animal and said:
"How curious! the little beast still lives and breathes; a man would have long been dead under such treatment. His organism is perhaps of a more precious, subtle, and so more fragile nature?"
Nebsecht shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps!" he said.
"I thought you must know."
"I—how should I?" asked the leech. "I have told you—they would not even let me try to find out how the hand of a forger moves."
"Consider, the scripture tells us the passage of the soul depends on the preservation of the body."