Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 12, 2025
Edrupt came up just as a long Venetian galley went plowing out to sea, the great oars flashing in the sunlight, one rank above another. "They do not have to pray for a fair wind, those Venetians," Nicholas commented idly. "That galley's past praying for anything," Edrupt said grimly. "You may be glad that your men fear neither wind nor seas nor you.
"And after all," said Edrupt one day, as they sighted the cliffs of Dover, "you bore witness among the heathen, as the fat old monk directed." "Stupid pig!" David grumbled. "I'd like fine to have him bearing witness in a Barbary brick-yard, sweating and whaizling over his tale o' brick. He'd throw his six hundred a day or I'd have his hide."
Robert Edrupt, the wool-merchant, and David Saumond, the mason, were taking passage in the Sainte Spirite. Guy Bouverel had a share in her cargo, and came for a word about that and to bid Nicholas good-by. Brother Ambrosius, a solemn- faced portly monk, had letters to send to Rome.
The coast was strange to them all, but the old merchant and Edrupt made a guess that it was a part of Morocco somewhere near the town of Fez. Food they had none; water they might find; and the merchants had not lost quite all they had in the wreck. Some gold and jewels they had saved, secured about their persons. These would pay the passage of the company to London- -if they had luck.
Hod shall ride with the letter, and if it be thy choice to risk thine own life for thy master's I've no call to betray thee." A dark-browed yokel came to the door with the bridle of Swart's best horse over his arm. "Take this," Padraig directed, "to Robert Edrupt, the wool merchant at Long Lea near Stratton. If he be from home give it to his wife Barbara and tell her to open and read it.
"Through a drover of this place who is our friend," he ended, "I have sent word to Robert Edrupt asking him to get word of this to the King or to the Bishop. But if help does not come in time " "I have made a fair copy of these writings in the hope that I might send them to Brother Basil." Padraig knelt at the physician's feet, his beseeching eyes raised to the kindly, serene old face.
Padraig, holding to his master's arm, guided him out of the gate and toward the sound of trampling hoofs upon a little hillock. There they found Edrupt, Guy and Alan struggling with their frantic horses. Swart came up with two more horses, and soon the party was beyond all danger of pursuit.
When he came to himself he was lying on hot sand in the sunshine, and Edrupt and David Saumond were bending anxiously over him. Half the seamen were gone; so was the captain; so was all of the cargo. Gervase Gaillard had been injured by a falling mast and was helpless.
She is wise and will do what is right. Here is money all I have but you shall be paid well when the errand is done; I have asked Edrupt to see to that." Hod stuck his thumbs in his belt. "Put up thy money," he muttered. "The old doctor he cured our Cicely, he did." The messenger gone, Padraig went straight to the Temple and asked to see the Preceptor.
But the men seemed not to be plotting together, and to be thinking only of their work. If the English were fools enough to do more than they were made to do it was certainly no loss to their masters. "I should like to know the name of that vinegar-faced captain," said Edrupt one day. "I mistrust he wasn't born here." "No," said Nicholas.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking