He tossed back his turbaned head. "To understand is something," said he. "It is half-way at least to forgiveness. But ere forgiveness can be accepted the evil done must be atoned for to the full."
"If possible," said she.
"It must be made possible," he answered her with heat, and on that he checked abruptly, arrested by a sound of shouting from without.
He recognized the voice of Larocque, who at dawn had returned to his sentinel"s post on the summit of the headland, relieving the man who had replaced him there during the night.
"My lord! My lord!" was the cry, in a voice shaken by excitement, and succeeded by a shouting chorus from the crew.
Sakr-el-Bahr turned swiftly to the entrance, whisked aside the curtain, and stepped out upon the p.o.o.p. Larocque was in the very act of clambering over the bulwarks amidships, towards the waist-deck where Asad awaited him in company with Marzak and the trusty Biskaine. The prow, on which the corsairs had lounged at ease since yesterday, was now a seething mob of inquisitive babbling men, crowding to the rail and even down the gangway in their eagerness to learn what news it was that brought the sentinel aboard in such excited haste.
From where he stood Sakr-el-Bahr heard Larocque"s loud announcement.
"The ship I sighted at dawn, my lord!"
"Well?" barked Asad.
"She is here--in the bay beneath that headland. She has just dropped anchor."
"No need for alarm in that," replied the Basha at once. "Since she has anch.o.r.ed there it is plain that she has no suspicion of our presence.
What manner of ship is she?"
"A tall galleon of twenty guns, flying the flag of England.
"Of England!" cried Asad in surprise. "She"ll need be a stout vessel to hazard herself in Spanish waters."
Sakr-el-Bahr advanced to the rail.
"Does she display no further device?" he asked.
Larocque turned at the question. "Ay," he answered, "a narrow blue pennant on her mizzen is charged with a white bird--a stork, I think."
"A stork?" echoed Sakr-el-Bahr thoughtfully. He could call to mind no such English blazon, nor did it seem to him that it could possibly be English. He caught the sound of a quickly indrawn breath behind him.
He turned to find Rosamund standing in the entrance, not more than half concealed by the curtain. Her face showed white and eager, her eyes were wide.
"What is"t?" he asked her shortly.
"A stork, he thinks," she said, as though that were answer enough.
"I" faith an unlikely bird," he commented. "The fellow is mistook."
"Yet not by much, Sir Oliver."
"How? Not by much?" Intrigued by something in her tone and glance, he stepped quickly up to her, whilst below the chatter of voices increased.
"That which he takes to be a stork is a heron--a white heron, and white is argent in heraldry, is"t not?"
"It is. What then?"
"D"ye not see? That ship will be the Silver Heron."
He looked at her. ""S life!" said he, "I reck little whether it be the silver heron or the golden gra.s.shopper. What odds?"
"It is Sir John"s ship--Sir John Killigrew"s," she explained. "She was all but ready to sail when... when you came to Arwenack. He was for the Indies. Instead--don"t you see?--out of love for me he will have come after me upon a forlorn hope of overtaking you ere you could make Barbary."
"G.o.d"s light!" said Sakr-el-Bahr, and fell to musing. Then he raised his head and laughed. "Faith, he"s some days late for that!"
But the jest evoked no response from her. She continued to stare at him with those eager yet timid eyes.
"And yet," he continued, "he comes opportunely enough. If the breeze that has fetched him is faint, yet surely it blows from Heaven."
"Were it...?" she paused, faltering a moment.
Then, "Were it possible to communicate with him?" she asked, yet with hesitation.
"Possible--ay," he answered. "Though we must needs devise the means, and that will prove none so easy."
"And you would do it?" she inquired, an undercurrent of wonder in her question, some recollection of it in her face.
"Why, readily," he answered, "since no other way presents itself. No doubt "twill cost some lives," he added, "but then...." And he shrugged to complete the sentence.
"Ah, no, no! Not at that price!" she protested. And how was he to know that all the price she was thinking of was his own life, which she conceived would be forfeited if the a.s.sistance of the Silver Heron were invoked?
Before he could return her any answer his attention was diverted. A sullen threatening note had crept into the babble of the crew, and suddenly one or two voices were raised to demand insistently that Asad should put to sea at once and remove his vessel from a neighbourhood become so dangerous. Now, the fault of this was Marzak"s. His was the voice that first had uttered that timid suggestion, and the infection of his panic had spread instantly through the corsair ranks.
Asad, drawn to the full of his gaunt height, turned upon them the eyes that had quelled greater clamours, and raised the voice which in its day had hurled a hundred men straight into the jaws of death without a protest.
"Silence!" he commanded. "I am your lord and need no counsellors save Allah. When I consider the time come, I will give the word to row, but not before. Back to your quarters, then, and peace!"
He disdained to argue with them, to show them what sound reasons there were for remaining in this secret cove and against putting forth into the open. Enough for them that such should be his will. Not for them to question his wisdom and his decisions.
But Asad-ed-Din had lain overlong in Algiers whilst his fleets under Sakr-el-Bahr and Biskaine had scoured the inland sea. The men were no longer accustomed to the goad of his voice, their confidence in his judgment was not built upon the sound basis of past experience. Never yet had he led into battle the men of this crew and brought them forth again in triumph and enriched by spoil.
So now they set their own judgment against his. To them it seemed a recklessness--as, indeed, Marzak had suggested--to linger here, and his mere announcement of his purpose was far from sufficient to dispel their doubts.
The murmurs swelled, not to be overborne by his fierce presence and scowling brow, and suddenly one of the renegades--secretly prompted by the wily Vigitello--raised a shout for the captain whom they knew and trusted.
"Sakr-el-Bahr! Sakr-el-Bahr! Thou"lt not leave us penned in this cove to perish like rats!"
It was as a spark to a train of powder. A score of voices instantly took up the cry; hands were flung out towards Sakr-el-Bahr, where he stood above them and in full view of all, leaning impa.s.sive and stern upon the p.o.o.p-rail, whilst his agile mind weighed the opportunity thus thrust upon him, and considered what profit was to be extracted from it.
Asad fell back a pace in his profound mortification. His face was livid, his eyes blared furiously, his hand flew to the jewelled hilt of his scimitar, yet forbore from drawing the blade. Instead he let loose upon Marzak the venom kindled in his soul by this evidence of how shrunken was his authority.
"Thou fool!" he snarled. "Look on thy craven"s work. See what a devil thou hast raised with thy woman"s counsels. Thou to command a galley!
Thou to become a fighter upon the seas! I would that Allah had stricken me dead ere I begat me such a son as thou!"
Marzak recoiled before the fury of words that he feared might be followed by yet worse. He dared make no answer, offer no excuse; in that moment he scarcely dared breathe.