The White Knight: Tirant Lo BlancMartorell, Joanot
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The White Knight: Tirant Lo Blanc
Martorell, Joanot
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction
The galley came close to land, and all the men threw themselves
into the sea to save their lives. By this time it was nearly
dark of night. When Tirant saw the sailors jumping overboard he
decided not to leave the ship, no matter what might happen. And
by then there was no boat, rope or oar that had not been lost.
Tirant begged two sailors, faithful friends of his who had come
on the ship with him when it was stocked in Brittany, to take
care of the maiden. They took off all her clothes, and by this
time nearly all the galley was underwater. Taking up a corkwood
plank, the sailor tied it across her breasts while the other man
helped her stand up. The sea sent a wave crashing into
Plaerdemavida and the sailors, and hurled them about. The man
carrying the plank drowned in order to save her. The other
sailor helped the maiden as long as he could, and finally was
forced to abandon her. It was her good fortune to find herself
near land at night, and she could hear the loud noise the Moors
were making as they captured the Christians. The maiden's feet
touched bottom, and since she was all alone she stopped and
decided not to go ashore. Instead she went closer to land so
that she would not be in such deep water, but waves sometimes
came crashing over her head. As she walked through the water
close to shore, she moved away from the shouts, afraid that she
would be killed. For she saw that the Moors were killing each
other as each one tried to capture the most prisoners. And when
lightning flashed, she could see the reflection of swords near
the sea. She continued to walk in the water, completely naked,
following the shoreline, and whenever she heard anyone she would
duck underwater, and stay there until they were gone.
CHAPTER X
THE BARBARY COAST
Poor Plaerdemavida, raw naked, continually called on Our Lady,
the Mother of God, imploring her to bring her some good person
who would help her. She continued to walk nearly half a league
until she came upon some fishing boats. She went into a hut and
found two sheepskins, and she tied them together with a thin
string and put them on, one in front and one in back, and in this
way she found some protection from the cold. Then she lay down
to sleep a little while, for she was completely fatigued by her
travails in the ocean.
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