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Sir Francis's eyes darted from the sails to the land close ahead. No man is immortal, said Sir Francis softly. That night Hal poured the contents of the stew kettle into the latrinebucket before any of the men were tempted to sample it. The tinyrubies in the eyes of the lion rampant of England, and the diamondstars above it, sparkled softly in the uncertain light.

He picked up his soiled jacket and rippedthe stars and decorations from the lapels. Yet even he was completely playedout when, at last, he heaved Daniel's inert form over the gunwale andcollapsed beside him on the scrubbed white deck. Done like a man, Gundwane, Aboli told him, and offered Hal the redhead cloth black and crackling with dried blood and pus. Hal's other two attackers drew back in fear, and in the respite helooked around for Sam Bowles.