Adene.
The belt is said to have been Koreb's own. There is nothing particular about the knife—an ordinary Bhojâl kukri.
Rheinhardt.
[Holding the knife up for the light to strike its edge.] Do they use poisoned knives in Bhojâl?
Adene.
They have the secret; but I never heard of its being used in war, except in the last war, against us. [He sits up and reaches for the knife, which Rheinhardt gives.] Do you see anything that looks like poison?
Rheinhardt.
Come, come! [Presses him down in the chair.] If I let you come outside the veranda, you must be content to lie still.—Selim, two pegs lower. [Holds up two fingers.] And the cushions. [To Adene, as Selim nods his understanding.] I never know how much that man understands.
[Selim lowers the back of the chair, and rearranges the cushions tenderly and skilfully. A bell is heard, off.