In part because he was my friend, but still more because I needed another strong man beside me to enforce discipline necessary to our survival.
Suddenly, as Selim and Red Mark were freed, my plan matured, and I knew what I must do. As the men came on deck, I caught Red Mark's arm. "I want the galley cleaned, stern to stern."
"What?" He was incredulous. "We must escape!"
"Look at them! Look at yourself! If you go into Cadiz like this, you will be known for what you are, and you will be enslaved again.
"Listen to me! I know what I do! First, we will clean the galley, then we will clean ourselves. There is clothing, bales of it, from the goods we have taken. Each of us will have an outfit, each will have gold, then you shall hear what I have in mind.
"But no wine! No drinking of anything more than water. Trust me!"
With a careful watch kept for any approaching boat, the slaves worked swiftly. The galley was given a thorough cleaning, and the decks were sluiced down with salt water hoisted by buckets from the bay.
Selim and another man, on my orders, went below to calculate the value of the cargo. He had just returned to the deck with his report when we saw a returning boat. Instantly, the slaves returned to their stations. Two others took their places as guards.
The boat bumped alongside, and a man on board called out. When there was no response the man swore. "Sleeping!" he said angrily. "Wait until Walther hears of this!"
Over the side they came, and into our hands. The surprise was complete. One elected to fight, and Red Mark's sword spitted him like a pheasant over a fire. Two others were seized, thrown down, and bound. One of the slaves raised up and put an arrow into the neck of the boatman.
The ship was ours so swiftly that it worried me, yet the crew had been a bunch of louts. The wonder was they had even thought of relieving the guards. Half drunk, the returning crewmen had no warning, no readiness for what took place.
The rest of my plan remained, yet each moment was an invitation to disaster. Why not forget what I planned, divide the money, and let each go his way?
The Moors of Cadiz would not be friendly to escaped slaves, and Walther would certainly enlist their aid in our recapture. "Use your wits," the pockmarked one had said.
Moreover, I had a score to settle. If my plan worked, I could send each slave on his way a modestly rich man, and I should have taught Walther a needed lesson.
"You are in charge," I told Red Mark. "I shall take Selim and go ashore. If any of the crew return, make prisoners of them."
What I needed now was a beggar, a beggar with a certain face.
Chapter 6
Once ashore I left the waterfront and proceeded to the narrow streets of the city. The plan was one that must be quickly completed, and it was not the Moslem habit to hurry in such matters.
Delay could mean disaster. Again, I hesitated. Why not simply free the slaves and allow them to make their own way out of the country? Were they my responsibility? They were not, yet well I knew that, freed and with gold to spend, they would be lured by the fleshpots of Cadiz, would attract attention, and in no time be discovered as escaped slaves and be in chains again.
My clothing had been carefully brushed and cleaned so that once again I looked the young man of fashion. The scimitar was mine again, and I had recovered my knife, yet to accomplish my purpose I appeared too young. What was needed was an assistant of age and dignity whose appearance would command respect. Selim, who accompanied me, was at once too fierce in appearance and too piratical to inspire trust.
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Among the crowds were men of all nations and every manner of dress. Merchants
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