gently, and her breath caught painfully as she spoke. She knew what the slave came for; every man in that community of pirates, wreckers, escaped slaves, and convicts knew as well as she. All had awaited this moment, knowing when it came that the mystery of the cave would be a mystery no longer to at least one of them: all knew that the summons meant the passing of the old pirate who had brought them together, ruled them with blood and iron, and forced from them a homage none of them would render to his Maker.

“My Sultana, it is time,” said Milo, rising and waiting. He needed to say no more.

“Lead me to my father, then,” replied the girl, and stepped after the giant with sure step and resolute face, giving no heed to the renewed shuffling and congregating of her