"THERE IS NO BEDSTEAD LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU."
The host looked up and said, "You are one of the giants, and would have to sleep on the floor, for there is no bedstead long enough for you."
"That would suit me very well," said Gofaster.
"My terms are two lyro a day," said the other, "and my name is Hepsone."
"I am not familiar," said the giant, "with the coin of this country."
"This is a lyro," replied Hepsone, taking from his pocket and displaying a coin of about the size of a half-dollar.
"I do not have silver," returned the giant, producing a coin from his pocket. "How many lyros are there in this?"
Hepsone looked at it curiously. "About fifteen, I should say," was his answer.
"In my country," said the giant, "it would take twenty of such coin as that you show me to balance this, but I suppose silver is more valuable here. Your terms are reasonable, and I accept them with thanks."
"Come in, then," said Hepsone, and they entered.