12/16 She was a bigger vessel, and armed at every port. Her lines were both light and strong, and by the cut of her rigging I could fancy she had the speed of a greyhound. Pirate as she was, it would be good, I thought, to be on her and face the open sea, far away from my persecutors and enemies--away from Knockowen, and Kilgorman, and-- Here I stopped short. Knockowen, next to the _Cigale_ where Tim was, held what counted most to me of this world's good. Kilgorman held the spirit of my dead mother, waiting to be relieved of its trouble. |