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Portrait of Harold Lamb 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?”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb,  The Wolf Master — Chapter 13 (1926)

“ All this did I repeat to Otri-pief. Then he asked of me if it was the Golden Horde that dwelt beyond the rampart—for into Muscovy had come tales of the Golden Horde that wanders near the place where the sun rises.
“Is not wine the better for spice—a tale for a little touch of fancy? I embroidered the garment of truth with the gold thread of imagination. I said it was so—the Golden Horde dwelt in a city beyond the rampart.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb,  The Wolf Master — Chapter 13 (1926)

“ But the Cossack cared not at all for wonders. He wanted to find out where he was, where Otrèpiev and Nada were, and what their plans might be.
What Al-Tâbir had related simmered down to this: the Golden Horde was the race of tribes that wandered on this side the distant range. The mountains themselves might be called anything, and anything might lie beyond them. Nada had led Otrèpiev on with the tale of a city.
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