Chapter SixCordelia ate the food that Vella offered her. It was only coarse almost black bread and goat’s milk cheese which all the Maltese housewives made.
She was touched to find that he had also brought fruit, obviously for her only, as she noticed that none of the seamen on board ate it.
There was red Maltese wine to drink, which was sweet and not very strong.
The food took away the feeling of emptiness that she had felt since she awoke. She had been too agitated to eat any dinner last night and after David’s death her luncheon had gone untouched.
It was Vella who, once dawn had come, persuaded her to lie down in the small cabin below and try to sleep.
There she found a hard bunk covered with blankets that were old and faded. Yet the place was clean and Cordelia, having taken off
