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CHAPTER X.



               A PLOT DISCOVERED.



               The conversation between Gervaise and his fellow slave was interrupted by
               the arrival at the side of the quay of a party of knights. Silence instantly fell

               upon the slaves; all straightened themselves up to the oars, and prepared for
               a start. Among the knights who took their places on the poop Gervaise saw

               with amusement his friend Ralph. He had no fear of a recognition, for the
               darkly stained skin and the black hair had so completely altered him that
               when he had looked at himself in a mirror, after the application of the dye,

               he was surprised to find that he would not have known it to be his own
               face. Ralph was in command of the party, which consisted of young knights

               who had but recently arrived at Rhodes; and as it was the first time he had
               been appointed as instructor, Gervaise saw that he was greatly pleased at
               what he rightly regarded as promotion.



               The galley at once pushed off from the wharf, and rowed out of the port.

               The work was hard; but as the slaves were not pressed to any extraordinary
               exertions, Gervaise did not find it excessive. He congratulated himself,
               however, that the stain was, as he had been assured, indelible, save by time,

               for after a few minutes' exercise he was bathed in perspiration. As the
               galley had been taken out only that instruction might be given to the young

               knights, the work was frequently broken.


                Sometimes they went ahead at full speed for a few hundred yards, as if to

               chase an adversary; then they would swerve aside, the slaves on one side
               rowing, while those on the other backed, so as to make a rapid turn. Then

                she lay for a minute or two immovable, and then backed water, or turned to
               avoid the attack of an imaginary foe. Then for an hour she lay quiet, while
               the knights, divesting themselves of their mantles and armour, worked one

               of the guns on the poop, aiming at a floating barrel moored for the purpose
               a mile out at sea. At eleven o'clock they returned to the port. Bread and

               water were served out to the slaves, and they were then permitted to lie
               down and sleep, the galley being moored under the shadow of the wall.
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