“Listen, Lord Erebus; neither I nor these brave men have any desire to
exchange our liberty for the discipline of the bey’s soldiers. The sea
in all its immensity is ours; we would be the proud courser that has the
limitless desert for his career, rather than the blindfolded horse
that turns the machinery to draw water from a well. Now the service of
beyliks, compared to our adventurous life, is nothing more. In a word,
we are devils, and we are not old enough yet to become hermits, as the
Christians say. Our trade pleases us. We will not give up liberty for a
prison.”
“So be it; you are a hardened villain, I believed you had nobler
sentiments. But so much the worse for you; the crew is attached to me,
they will listen to me and will give me a strong hand to get rid of you,
if you dare oppose my plans.”
“By Eblis! what are you saying, Lord Erebus?” cried the Bohemian,
with an ironical air. “You treat me so, I, who, to serve you, sang to
your lady-love the song of the emir! I, who demeaned myself to the low
trade of a tinker! I, who defiled myself by helping Dame Dulceline raise
a sort of altar to the God of the Christians! I, who, to serve you, set
the foot of the greyhound belonging to Raimond V. and even consented to
shoe the old sot’s horse!”
“Be silent, you scoundrel! not a word more of that unhappy father to
whom I have given such a cruel blow! Reflect well, I am going to speak
to the crew, whatever it may cost me; there is still time for you to
rally to my aid and become an honest man.”
“Listen, my Lord Erebus; you propose to me to become an honest man.
I shall reply to you as a poet and a tinker. When for years a thick and
corrosive rust has accumulated on a copper vase, and this rust has been
bronzed by fire, you may rub a thousand years and more without giving
back to this vase its original purity and brilliancy, and at last
succeed in making it a little less black only than the wings of Eblis!
Ah, well! such as we, I and my companions, we are bronzed by evil.
Do not try to entice us to good. You will be neither understood nor
obeyed.”
“I shall not be understood, perhaps, but I shall be obeyed.”
“You will not be obeyed if your orders are contrary to certain
instructions given by Pog-Reis to the crew before departing from
Port-Cros.”
“Instructions? You lie like a dog!”
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