On the other hand, a man with little time to live, and no heirs, need not be so miserly. 'I shall give you a pound if you take me direct to the Tower,' Daniel said. Then, observing a wary look on Mr. Bhnh's face, he teased his purse open and tossed a handful of coins beside the boat's lantern until he found one that shone a little, and was nearly round. In the center was a battered and scratched plop of silver that with careful tilting and squinting and use of the imagination could be construed as a portrait of the first King James, who had died sixty-some odd years ago, but who was held to have managed the Mint competently. The waterman's hand closed over this artifact and almost as quickly Daniel's eyelids came to with an almost palpable slamming noise. He was remotely aware of massive wool blankets being thrown over his body by the solicitous Mr. Bhnh, and then he was aware of nothing.