The Lost Continent by Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne
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friendship of twenty years agone. That for me, at any rate, has
always had a pleasant savour when called up into the memory." Tatho bowed his head. "So be it," he said. "And I would still charge myself upon your bounty for that ship. Dawn cannot be far off now, and it is not decent that the man who has ruled here so long, should walk in daylight through the streets on the morning after his dismissal." "So be it," said Tatho. "You shall have my poor navy. I could have wished that you had asked me something greater." "Not the navy, Tatho; one small ship. Believe me, more is wasted." "Now, there," said Tatho, "I shall act the tyrant. I am viceroy here now, and will have my way in this. You may go naked of all possessions: that I cannot help. But depart for Atlantis unattended, that you shall not." And so, in fine, as the choice was set beyond me, it was in the "Bear," Tatho's own private ship, with all the rest of his navy sailing in escort, that I did finally make my transit. But the start was not immediate. The vessels lay moored against the stone quays of the inner harbour, gutted of their stores, and with crews exhausted, and it would have been suicide to have forced them out then and there to again take the seas. |
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