A thief never makes a noise by accident.

What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.

A little danger adds spice to life.

His forehead was covered by wrinkles brought on by a lot of sun and too much frowning.

You learn something new everyday." "What are you learning?" Sophos asked. "To keep my mouth shut, I hope.

Muse of poetry, come to his aid, I thought. Could the man produce one more metaphor of husbandry? He seemed to be trying. "Green wood," I suggested, but even he sensed that there was something unfortunate about a metaphor for a king in which you dry out your royalty before you set fire to it.

Ridiculous to think what indignities I would suffer in silence, if I knew that I was to be rewarded with an oversize bucket of hot water," the magus said as he settled into the bath the servants had filled for him.