And that takes care of that, thought the Buzzard, as he bowed his headin reluctant acquiescence. His rightful battle station should have been on thegundeck, and he had pleaded with his father to place him there but hadbeen answered only with the stern retort, You will go where I sendyou. The flies were blue in the air likeswarming bees. When the galleon sailed in the morning with the dawn tide, Fredricuscame to wake him and help him from his bunk.
He was warming to this sport of baiting the miserablelittle clerk, but the surgeon intervened. In his heart Llewellyn knew that Vincenthad survived not because of his skill but because Schreuder had wantedit that way. But I will not let yougo. It was so clear that he could see thesandy bottom.
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