Talbot Mundy, The Dancing Girl of Gades — Chapter 8 (1925)
“ Simon awoke with a number of grunts and "ohs" and "ahs," remembered where he was and fell incontinently into panic. "Tros! Tros!" he gasped. "We talked madness!" "Aye, Simon, aye! The gods love madmen!" "Phagh! You sicken me with talk of many gods! Why not have a row of smirking idols? Worship them! Such talk, such talk, and we, looking death in the face!" "We will see Gades first and then look Balbus in the face!" Tros answered. "Simon—madder than the gods themselves and than the wind and waves, a man needs be who will risk his neck for friendship! ”
