choice; either I'll take you along home, and tell her what you said
before the whole ship's company (that are for the most part dead
now, poor souls!), and I'll leave her to perform on your carcase as
she sees fit by way of
payment; or, as the other choice, I'll deal
with you here now myself."
"I thank you for the chance," said Dason, and knelt and offered
his neck to the axe. So Tob cut off his head, sticking it
on the
galley's beak as an
advertisement of what had been done.
The body he threw over the side, and one of the great man-eating
birds that hovered near, picked it up and flew away with it to its
nest
amongst the crags. And so we were free to get a meal of the
fruits and the fresh meats which the
galley offered,
whilst the
oar-slaves sent the
galley rushing onwards towards the capital.
There was a wine-skin in the after-castle, and I filled a horn
and poured some out at Tob's feet in
salutation. "My man," I said,
"you have shown me a fight."
"Thanks," said he, "and I know you are a judge. 'Twas pretty
whilst it lasted; and,
seeing that my lads were, for the most,
scurvy-rotten, I will say they fought with credit. I have lost my
Lord Tatho's navy, but I think Phorenice will see me righted there.
If those that are against her took so much trouble to kill my Lord
Deucalion before he could come to her aid, I can fancy she will not
be niggard in her joy when I put Deucalion safe, if somewhat dented
and blood-bespattered, on the quay."
"The Gods know," I said, for it is never my custom to discuss
policies with my inferiors, even though
etiquette be for the moment
loosened, as ours was then by the
thrill of battle. "The Gods will
decide what is best for you, Tob, even as they have
decided that it
is best that I should go on to Atlantis."
The sailor held a horn filled from the wine-skin in his hand,
and I think was
minded to pour a libation at my feet, even as I had
done at his. But he changed his mind, and emptied it down his
throat instead. "It is thirsty work, this fighting," he said, "and
that drink comes very useful."
I put my hand on his blood-smeared arm. "Tob," I said,
"whether I step into power again, or whether I go to the block
to-morrow, is another matter which the Gods alone know, but hear me
tell you now, that if a chance is given me of showing my gratitude,
I shall not forget the way you have served me in this
voyage, and
the way you have fought this day."
Tob filled another brimming horn from the wine-skin and
splashed it at my feet. "That's good enough surety for me," he
said, "that my woman and brats never want from this day onward.
The Lord Deucalion for the block, indeed!"
4. THE WELCOME OF PHORENICE
Now I can say it with all truth that, till the rival navy met
us in the mouth of the gulf, I had thought little enough of my
importance as a
recruit for the Empress. But the laying in wait
for us of those ships, and the wild
ferocity with which they fought
so that I might fall into their hands, were omens which the
blindest could not fail to read. It was clear that I was expected
to play a lusty part in the fortunes of the nation.
But if our coming had been watched for by enemies it seemed
that Phorenice also had her scouts; and these saw us from the
mountains, and carried news to the capital. The arm of the sea at
the head of which the vast city of Atlantis stands, varies greatly
in width. In places where the mountains have over-boiled, and sent
their
liquidcontents down to form hard stone below, the channel
has
barely a river's wideness, and then beyond, for the next
half-day's sail it will widen out into a lake, with the sides
barelyvisible. Moreover, its course is winding, and so a runner
who knows his way across the flats, and the swamps, and between the
smoking hills which lie along the shore, and did not get overcome
by fire-streams, or water, or wandering beasts, could carry news
overland from
seacoast to capital far speedier than even the most
shrewdly whipped of
galleys could ferry it along the water.
Of course there were heavy risks that a lone traveller would
not make a safe passage by this land route, if he were bidden to
sacrifice all precautions to speed. But Phorenice was no niggard
with her couriers. She sent a corps of twenty to the
headland that
overlooks the sea-entrance to the straits; they started with the
news, each on his own route; and it says much for their speed and
cleverness, that no fewer than seven of these agile fellows came
through scathless with their
tidings, and of the others it was said
that quite three were known to have survived.
Still, about this we had no means of
knowing at the time, and
pushed on in fancy that our coming was quite unheralded. The