There were big iron chests filled with coins whose worth was incalculably greater than that of their face value--and all the while, through this Arabian Nights' dream, there intruded the harsh certainty that, having been shown these things, Hood and Murimoto were not meant to leave this Dark Ages castle as live members of the Western Civilization. Once word of this fantastic wealth got to Peking, the wolves would be howling at that drawbridge--with better weapons than swords.
1967.