The duelling tax is three SALS.
"Evil Out of Onzar"
Mark Ganes
And now with rice and gold, all bless The bride and bridegroom,-and they go Happy in others' happiness, Each to her home, beneath the glow Of the late risen moon that lines With silver, all the ghost-like trees, SALS, tamarisks, and South-Sea pines, And palms whose plumes wave in the breeze.
"Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan"
Toru Dutt
Il s'en plaindra Hi SALS hem beclaghen Il sen plaindra He shall complaine hym Au bourghmaistre, Den buerghmeestre, Au burchmaistre, Unto bourghmaistre, Et li doiiens, ne si jurei Ende de dekene no sine gheswoerne Et les gardiens des mestiers And the wardeyns of the crafte N'en font conte.
"Dialogues in French and English"
William Caxton