There were, then, two messages to be conveyed to Megaspelaion--the first, that their arms would be required in the north, so that there was no need of their beginning to make depots of them southward, as Nicholas had suggested in his last visit there; and the second, to arrange a system of beacons with them. It was not necessary that Mitsos should give the first message himself, as Nicholas had told them to be ready to receive a messenger--man, woman, or child--who spoke of black corn for the Turk, though it must be delivered at once; but for the second it were better that he carried with him not only a letter from Nicholas, but also one from Germanos, with whom they would have to arrange the beacons between Patras and the monastery. Also, he wished Mitsos to take a message to Corinth, and go from there to Patras, where he would see Germanos, and thence return by Megaspelaion, not to Nauplia, for Nicholas would already have joined Petrobey, but back to Panitza. Mitsos nodded. "But who will take the first message to Megaspelaion?" he asked. Nicholas turned to Constantine. "Whom do we know there? Stay, did not one Yanko Vlachos, with his wife Maria, move on to monastery land a month or two ago?" "Maria?" said Mitsos. "Maria is a very good woman. But I doubt if Vlachos is any use. He is a wine-bibbing mule." "Where does he live?" asked Nicholas. "At Goura, a day's journey from Nemea." "Goura? There are plenty of good folk there. You had better go out of your way at Nemea, Mitsos, spend the night with Yanko, and arrange for the message being taken; and then go back next day to Nemea, and so to Corinth, where you will take ship. Pay him horse-hire and wage for four days, if it is wanted. I will give you letters to Priketes and Germanos. What else is there?" "Only the business of the devil-ships, of which I know nothing; and to get Yanni out of the kennel." "The devil-ships can wait till Panitza. When will you be ready to start?" Mitsos thought of the white wall, and his heartstrings throbbed within him. "I could go to-morrow," he said. "The pony will need a day to rest." Nicholas rose from the table and walked up and down once or twice. "I don't want Yanni to stop at the house of that Turk longer than is necessary," he said. "It was a bold move and a clever one of Petrobey's, but it may become dangerous." Mitsos said nothing, for it was a hard moment. Had not the thought of this evening--the white wall, the dark house on the bay with Suleima--been honey in the mouth for days past, and become ineffable sweetness as the time drew nearer? Yet, on the other hand, had he not sworn to Yanni the oath of the clan--that neither man, woman, nor child should make him tarry? He desired definite assurance on one point. "Uncle Nicholas," he said, at length, "if I went to-day would Yanni get out of Tripoli a day sooner?" Nicholas turned round briskly.