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Whoso judges an affair with such coolness and so pointedly can not be a confederate . In that case I can begin an investigation , and if we do not mollify the shaggy barbarian I will deliver the disturbers to justice . Beautiful treaty of friendship between two states , which begins by insulting the ambassador ! '' Next morning the lordly Sargon lay on his felt couch till midday . He lay thus rather frequently , however , that is , after each drinking-feast . Near him , on a low divan , sat the devout Istubar , with eyes fixed on the ceiling , while muttering a prayer . `` Istubar , '' sighed the dignitary , `` art thou sure that no man of our court knows of my misfortune ? ''