Harold Lamb,
The Wolf Master — Chapter 13
(1926)
“ The young Cossack stared into the crimson eye of the fire and thought that Otrèpiev was not mad. The false Tsar had foreseen the necessity of flight, and had come to a place where the Muscovites could not reach him with vengeance. “And yet,” he muttered, “the girl Nada is not a lying Persian. She told Otrèpiev of a city to be found beyond the mountains.” “Aye,” the Persian smiled, no whit cast down by the Cossack's opinion of his people. “Yet she is a flower, a lily from the garden of paradise. Who would weigh her words for the dross of truth?” ”
