He could read nothing on their faces. There was a mile between the two vessels, but Domon knew there was no hope of escape, and he meant to deliver the man back to Captain Egeanin as safely as if he had been cradled in his mother's arms. She pointed to a dark patch a little down the wall. I suppose it was a small fire, at that.
He played along with them until they let the words die away, slapping each other's shoulders and making rude comments on one another's singing. They will have to do. Perhaps in a chest, well wrapped and padded, but it would still be dangerous to those nearby for any great time. It was all the way across the world he knew, on the Aryth Ocean.
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