“Well, son, would you ever have thought that I would be offered one thousand sequins for this knife?”
He then opened a drawer and took out of it an old piece of paper, which he placed before me. It was written in Hebrew, and a facsimile of the knife was drawn on it. I pretended to be lost in admiration, and advised him very strongly to purchase the sheath.
“It is not necessary for me to buy it, or for your friend to purchase the knife. We can find out and dig up the treasures together.”
“Not at all. The rubric says in the most forcible manner that the owner of the blade, ‘in vaginam’, shall be one. If the Pope were in possession of it he would be able, through a magical operation known to me, to cut off one of the ears of every Christian king who might be thinking of encroaching upon the rights of the Church.”
“Wonderful, indeed! But it is very true, for it is said in the Gospel that Saint Peter did cut off the ear of somebody.”
“Yes, of a king.”
“Oh, no! not of a king.”
“Of a king, I tell you. Enquire whether Malek or Melek does not mean king.”
“Well! in case I should make up my mind to sell the knife, who would give me the thousand sequins?”
“I would; one half to-morrow, cash down; the balance of five hundred in a letter of exchange payable one month after date.”