Chapter eleven
Cap’n Murkizon mentions his Divine Lady of Belschutz“What do you make of her, Captain?”
Captain Linson did not for the moment reply to Pompino’s question. He balanced easily, staring at the speck infuriatingly rising and falling on the horizon. The fleet sailed around us, and every glass would be trained on that distant dot of mystery. Linson lowered his telescope.
“Impossible to say. But a single ship would not sail these waters voluntarily if she was crewed by honest men.”
“Ah!” said Pompino, and brushed up his whiskers.
I looked around at the fleet. The crowding ships presented a marvelous spectacle, a sea filled with sails. Around our flanks patrolled the swordships and risslacters, long and low and lean, their oars driving them half the time through the water, it s
