His wrist tempered to steel by hours with Aboli on the practice deck,he caught up the Dutchman's blade, and whirled it with a stirringmotion that threw the point off the line of defence. My task is almost finished, he rumbled softly. The under flared at the third stroke of the steel on theflint, and he lit the candle stub and held it high. As the Buzzard pulled away rapidly he came back to the stern rail, andhis voice lifted above the skirling of the pipes and the whimper of the wind.
He lurched away from the hitching rail and set off at a run, across theyard and up the staircase into the Governor's quarters. The man dropped back into his seat. We are beaten, Father! Hal said, dispiritedly, and they lookedaround at their dead and wounded. He smiled at the thought, then became serious again.
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