'Give me back my Amulet, he cried, and caught at the charm. The chain that held it snapped, and it lay in the Priest's hand. Pheles laughed, standing balanced to the leap of the ship that answered the oarstroke. 'This is no time for charms and mummeries, he said. 'We've lived like men, and we'll die like gentlemen for the honour and glory of Tyre, our splendid city. "Tyre, Tyre for ever!