“All safe!” He called out.
Baudet paid the coin they had agreed and offered his hand to the sailor whose company he had thoroughly enjoyed.
“I wish you well, young Sir. Makes a pleasant change to have intelligent conversation – you can see what I usually have to endure. I don’t know your family, but give them my best regards.”
“I will and God bless you.”
“Baudet!” he said to himself, flinching, realising he had no right to speak thus. “Who do you think you are, a priest?”
Baudet!” “Who do you think you are, a priest?”With a spring in his step, he made his way up the track towards the house where he was born. He was travelling light, unburdened by the bag thrown over his shoulder. He had brought the minimum of belongings – an extra tunic, a cape, his purse, a facecloth, toothbrush and
