A Manseer's Life

Manseer was too engrossed in his own problem to hear or heed the confused hubbub of the busy city. The noisy chariots of the rich, jostled and crowded aside the sandaled tradesmen as well as the barefooted beggars. Even the rich were forced to turn into the gutters to clear the way for the long lines of slave-water carriers on the king's business. It was the unexpected twanging of the strings from a familiar liar that aroused him from his reverie. He looked into the sensitive smiling face of his best friend, Kavai, the musician. May the gods bless thee with great liberality, my good friend, began K