He felt it strike metal, and fell to hisknees. It is timeto go. As he landed on the sand he threw back his head, uttered ablood-curdling Gaelic war-cry, then went bounding up the steep beach. As Hal watched, the silhouette of the caravel's sails altereddrastically.
He looked back to see Schreuder on his feet in the middle of theroad, dusty, and bleeding. He held out the scabbard of chased gold and silver for Hal to examine. Big Daniel shouted up to the deck from where he stood waist deep in thelagoon, Now woe betide those cheese heads Ten days from today, we'llsail her out through the heads, you mark my words. Hugo Barnard was waiting to take over from him.
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