If Hal had a message, he would give thesame signal and Aboli would leave paper and charcoal for him. Do you see him,Gundwane? Hal felt the prickle of apprehension on his arms and the cold sweatsliding down his back as he recognized the tall figure standing andleaning back against the tiller arm. The grovelling band of magicians burst out in squeaks and shrieks ofsympathetic glee. From the dhow they brought up a single small wooden chest.
It will not be enough to serve us. You will always be my son and I shall always be proud of you, he whispered. Youneed not kneel in my presence, nor pour dust on your head. Call mea filthy pirate if you will, but I'm no Englishman and I'll thank youto remember it.
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