The pirates raised a great shout of triumph that shook the smoke-veiled skies.

A fresh boat, pulling out from one of the vessels, rescued the captain and Agias; and soon the two cousins were safe on board the trireme Demetrius used as his flagship.
The pirates swarmed on the decks and rigging and cheered the escape of their commander.

On shore the burning buildings were still sending up their pillars of flame.

The water and sky far out to sea were red, and beyond, blackness.

Again the pirates shouted, then at the order of their commander the cables creaked, the anchors rose, hundreds of long oars flashed in the lurid glare, and the three vessels slipped over the dark waves.
Demetrius remained on the poop of his ship; Agias was below in the cabin, bending over Artemisia, who was already smiling in her sleep.
III When Cornelia awoke, it was with Fabia bending over her at the bedside.