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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
went to the burning-place, and there set ourselves in array, or as I
might say, in ambush, close to that stake the priest had told us was
yours, and waited there until the procession was arrived. But the
mate, with four or five of the seamen, went and hired certain lads and
men of the baser sort, such as would stick at nothing that was to earn
’em money, and ask no questions withal. And going outside the city
with these, and waiting until the time was come for the burning, he
bid ’em do even as he did, and rushed from the plantations into the
road, crying, ‘Seva Gi! Seva Gi and the Morattys!’ Which when the
multitude heard, that was come in for to see the sight, they were
seized with fear, and rushed the other way into the town, crying out
that the Morattys were coming. And thus, what with the men the mate
had with him, and those he hired, and the crowd all crying out at
once, the alarm was well spread, and you know how that in the panic
terror and confusion we brought you away.”
“But what of the Morattys?” I asked.
“Ah, that I can’t tell,” says he. “I can scarce believe now that the
devil raised ’em up, for to punish us for our false news, but that was
the thought in my mind, seeing ’em at first. Howsoever it be, they
took back their captain, that, as I heard from the skipper of the
Dutch ship, was prisoned only in a block-house by the river, and I
don’t know whether they have the more reason to thank us, or we them,
for their coming. Yet tis now my belief that those tales of the
Indians concerning spies and suchlike were true, and that the Morattys
was hid in the plantations (it being a feast-day, and no work done),
with the intent to fall upon the city that night, but that our men’s
coming and crying disturbed ’em and made ’em see they were as well
make what they might from the tumult. But I tell you, Master Ned, when
I found they was truly there, you might have knocked me down with a
feather, so astonished was I to behold ’em.”
“’Twas a mighty strange escape,” says I.
“Ay,” says he, “and a doubly lucky one, since it gives me your
company, sir, on my voyage. And this I may say, that you need not to
grieve over the interruption to your sojourning in Goa, for I can
speak the Portuguese as well as most men, and you should by rights
have learned something on’t during these three years, so that we will
speak it together, if you so desire it. And moreover, sir, in so far
as I have any skill, whether in matters touching cargoes and
merchandises, or in things pertaining to the sea and the winds and the
sailing of a ship, ’tis all at your service, and I shall account it an
honour to impart to you of the same. And so long as it shall please
you to abide on board of my ship, so long shall it please me if you
will mess with me and share the cabin, and there must be no word said
of passage-money, for the favour of your company answers that.”
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