The day after the execution of the sentence on the Moor1, the north wind was blowing with increasing violence.
The waves hurled2 themselves with fury against the girdle of rocks through which opened the narrow passage which led into the road of Tolari.
About eleven o’clock in the morning, Captain Simon, mounted on the platform of the rambade, was talking with Captain Hugues about the punishment which occurred the day before, and of the courage of the Moor.
Suddenly they saw a polacre, her sails almost torn away, flying before the tempest with the rapidity of an arrow, and about to enter the dangerous pass of which we have spoken.
Sometimes the frail3 vessel4, rising on the crest5 of the towering waves, would show the edge of her keel running with foam6 like the breast of a race-horse.
Again, sinking in the hollow of the waves, she would plunge7 with such violence that her stem would be almost perpendicular8.
Soon they could distinguish on the deluged9 deck two men enveloped10 in brown mantles12 with hoods14, who were employing every possible effort to hold the whip-staff of the rudder.
Five other sailors, squatting15 at the prow16, or holding on to the rigging, awaited the moment to aid in the manoeuvre17.
So, by turns carried to the top of the waves and plunged18 in their depths, the polacre was hastening with frightful19 speed to tie narrow entrance of the channel, where the waves were dashing with fury.
“By St Elmo!” cried Captain Simon, “there’s a ship gone to destruction!”
“She is lost,” replied Hugues, coldly; “in a few minutes her rigging and hull20 will be nothing but a wreck21, and her sailors will be corpses22. May the Lord save the souls of our brothers!”
“Why did he dare venture in this passage at such a time?” said the gunner.
“If a man is to be shipwrecked it is better to perish with a feeble hope. When a man hopes, he prays, and dies a Christian23; when he despairs, he blasphemes, and dies a pagan.
“Look, look, Simon, there is the little boat going into the breakers; it is all up with her!”
At that moment the commander, who had been informed of the approach of the vessel and of her desperate condition, appeared on deck with all the chevaliers, officers, and others who manned the galley24.
After carefully examining the polacre and the breakers, Pierre des Anbiez called out, in a loud and solemn voice:
“Let the two long-boats be ready and equipped to gather the corpses on the beach: no human power can save this unfortunate ship. Only God can help her.” While the overseers superintended the execution of this order, the commander, turning to the chaplain, said:
“My brother, let us say the prayers for the dying, for these unfortunate men. Brothers, on your knees. Let the crew uncover.”
It was a grand and imposing25 spectacle.
All the chevaliers, clothed in black, were kneeling bareheaded on the deck; the bell for prayer dolefully tolled26 a funeral knell27 amid the wild shrieks28 of the tempest.
The slaves were also on their knees and uncovered.
In the rear, in the middle of a group of chevaliers dressed in black, Father Elzear in his white cassock could be distinguished29.
Prayers for the dying were said with as much solemnity as if they were being recited in a church on land, or in a cloister30.
It was not a mere31 form; these monk-soldiers were sad and contemplative. As sailors they saw a vessel without hope; as Christians32 they prayed for the souls of their brothers. In fact the polacre seemed in danger of going down every moment. The furious waves, rushing into the channel on their way to the sea, broke the current and whirled and tossed in every direction. Her sails, by which she might have made steady headway, were blown under the enormous rocks; her rudder was useless, and she was at the mercy of the wind and waters which rushed back and forth33 in unabating rage.
The prayers and chants continued without cessation.
Above all the other voices could be heard the manly34, sonorous35 voice of the commander. The slaves on their knees looked in sullen36 apathy37 on this desperate struggle of man against the elements.
Suddenly, by an unhoped-for chance, either because the polacre was of such perfect construction, or because she responded finally to the action of her rudder, or because the little triangular38 sail that she hoisted39 caught some current of the upper air, the gallant41 little vessel steadied herself, resumed her headway, and cleared the dangerous passage with the rapidity and lightness of a sea-gull.
A few minutes after she was out of danger, calmly sailing the waters of the road.
This manoeuvre was so unforeseen, so wonderful, and so well executed, that for a moment astonishment42 suspended the prayers of the chevaliers.
The commander, amazed, said to the officers, after a few moments of breathless silence:
“My brothers, let us thank the Lord for having heard our prayers, and let us sing a song of thanksgiving.”
While the galley resounded43 with this pious44 and solemn invocation, the polacre, The Holy Terror to the Moors45, for it was she, was beating about in the road with very little sail, in order to approach the black galley.
She was but a little distance from her when a cannon-shot, sent from the rambade of Our Lady of Seven Sorrows, signalled her to hoist40 her flag and lie to.
A second cannon-shot ordered her to send her captain on board the black galley. Whatever interest this vessel inspired in the commander when she was in danger, her perils46 past, she must conform to the established rules for visiting ships.
Soon the polacre lay to, and her little boat, equipped with two rowers and steered47 by a third sailor, approached the stem of the galley.
The man who was at the helm left the whip-staff, slowly climbed the stairs of the first seat of rowers, and stood before the commander and his chevaliers, who had gathered together in the rear of the galley. The sailor in question was no other than our old acquaintance, the worthy48 Luquin Trinquetaille. His hooded49 mantle11, his boots, and his breeches of coarse wool were running with water.
As he set foot on the deck of the galley he respectfully allowed his hood13 to fall back on his shoulders, and it could be easily seen that his good, honest face was still excited by the terrible experience through which he had just passed.
The commander, in his visits to Maison-Forte, had often seen Luquin, and was agreeably surprised to recognise a man who could give him some news of his brother, Raimond V.
“The Lord has rescued your ship from a great peril,” said the commander to him. “We have already prayed for your soul, and the souls of your companions.‘’
“May all of you be blessed, M. Commander; we had need of it, for our situation was awful; never since I have been at sea did I ever take part in such a frolic.”
The commander replied to the captain, sternly, “The trials that the Lord sends us are not frolics. How is my brother Raimond?”
“Monseigneur is well,” replied Trinquetaille, a little ashamed of having been reproved by the commander. “I left him in good health, day before yesterday, when I left Maison-Forte.”
“And how is Mlle, des Anbiez?” asked Father Elzear, who had come near.
“Mlle, des Anbiez is very well, father,” replied Luquin.
“Where did you sail from, and where are you going?” asked the commander.
“M. Commander, yesterday I came out of La Ciotat, with three fishing-boats, all armed, in order to cruise two or three leagues from the coasts to discover the pirates.”
“The pirates?”
“Yes, M. Commander. A pirate chebec appeared three days ago; Master Peyrou discovered it. All the coast is alarmed; they expect a descent from the pirates, and they are right, because a tartan from Nice, that I met before this squall, told me that on the east of Corsica had been seen three vessels50, and one of them is the Red Galleon51 of Pog-Reis, the renegade.”
“Pog-Reis!” exclaimed the commander.
“Pog-Reis!” repeated the chevaliers, who surrounded the commander.
“Pog-Reis!” again said Pierre des Anbiez, with an expression of savage52 satisfaction, as if at last he was about to meet an implacable enemy he had long sought, but who, by some fatality53, had always escaped him.
“What were you going to do at Tolari?” asked the commander of Trinquetaille.
“To speak truly, M. Commander, I was not going for pleasure. Surprised by the squall yesterday, I was beating about as I could, but the weather became so violent, and thinking my polacre doomed54, I made a vow55 to Our Lady of Protection, and risked entering the pass, that I was acquainted with, for I have anchored there many a time, coming from the coasts of Sardinia.”
“The Lord grant that this north wind may stop blowing!” said the commander; then, addressing his expert pilot, he said, “What do you think of the weather, pilot?”
“M. Commander, if the wind increases until sunset, there is a chance that it will cease at the rising of the moon.”
“If that is so, and you can put out to-night without danger,” said the commander to Trinquetaille, “go to La Ciotat and inform my brother of my arrival.”
“And that will be a great joy to Maison-Forte, M. commander, although your arrival there may be useless, for a vessel from Marseilles, that I met, told me that soldiers had been sent to La Ciotat with the captain of the company of the guards attending the Marshal of Vitry. They said that these troops were to be sent to Maison-Forte, in consequence of the affair of the recorder Isnard.”
“And what is that?” asked the commander of Luquin.
The captain then told how Raimond V., instead of submitting to the orders of the Governor of Provence, had had his emissary chased by bulls.
As he listened to the narration56 of this imprudent pleasantry on the part of Raimond V., the commander and Father Elzear looked at each other sadly, as if they deplored57 the foolish and rash conduct of their brother.
“Go below to the refectory, and the head waiter will give you something to warm and strengthen you,” said the commander to Luquin.
The captain obeyed this order with gratitude58, and returned to the prow, followed by a few curious sailors, anxious to learn all the news of Provence.
The commander entered his chamber59 with his brother, and said to him:
“As soon as the weather will permit, we will depart for Maison-Forte. I fear much that Raimond may be the victim of his rashness concerning the creatures of the cardinal60. The Lord grant that I may meet Pog-Reis, and that I may be able to prevent the evil which he is no doubt preparing for this shore, which is so defenceless, and for the unfortunate city of La Ciotat.”
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frail
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vessel
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crest
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plunge
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perpendicular
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deluged
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mantle
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hood
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hoods
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squatting
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| v.像动物一样蹲下( squat的现在分词 )；非法擅自占用（土地或房屋）；为获得其所有权；而占用某片公共用地。 | |
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prow
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manoeuvre
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plunged
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frightful
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hull
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wreck
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Christian
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galley
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knell
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distinguished
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cloister
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mere
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Christians
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triangular
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hoisted
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astonishment
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resounded
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pious
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moors
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perils
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steered
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savage
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fatality
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doomed
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