SLAG There is none like my Master. No traveller has met with cunning like to his, not even those that come from Aethiopia.
ULF We make you welcome to our town, upon which an evil has fallen, the days being bad for beggary.
AGMAR Let none that has known the mystery of roads, or has felt the wind arising new in the morning, or who has called forth out of the souls of men divine benevolence, ever speak any more of any trade or of the miserable gains of shops and the trading men.
OOGNO I but spoke hastily, the times being bad.
AGMAR I will put right the times.
SLAG There is nothing that my Master cannot do.
AGMAR (to Slag) Be silent and attend to me. I do not know this city, I have travelled from far, having somewhat exhausted the city of Ackara.
SLAG My Master was three times knocked down and injured by carriages there, once he was killed and seven times beaten and robbed, and every time he was generously compensated. He had nine diseases, many of them mortal….
AGMAR Be silent, Slag…. Have you any thieves among the calling here?
ULF We have a few that we call thieves here, Master, but they would scarcely seem thieves to you. They are not good thieves.