The bull elephantlifted his long yellow tusks and shook his head until his ears clappedlike the tattered grey canvas of an unfurling main sail. He gave anundertaking to sail the ship in accordance with the original charter. Our horses will be waiting at the main gate, Schreuder told theirguide in Arabic. One officer caught his eye in the throng: a tall man in a steel helmetwith a van Dyck beard was rallying a company of musketeers on theforedeck.
With theonshore morning breeze filling the lug sail and all hands at the oarsthey forced their way over the bar into the hot, hushed world of theswamps. Sweet Jesus, Captain, you must believe me! Schreuder shouted. We shall miss you, my lord. It was a small price to pay, Hal supposed, andyet, though he knew it to be weakness, he mourned Stan Sparrow.
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