“Professor Aronnax,” he told me in a tone of some urgency, “I ask that you now honor one of the binding agreements between us.” “Which one, captain?” “You and your companions must be placed in confinement until I see fit to set you free.” “You’re in command,” I answered, gaping at him. “But may I address a question to you?” “You may not, sir.” After that, I stopped objecting and started obeying, since resistance was useless. I went below to the cabin occupied by Ned Land and Conseil, and I informed them of the captain’s decision. I’ll let the reader decide how this news was received by the Canadian. In any case, there was no time for explanations. Four crewmen were waiting at the door, and they led us to the cell where we had spent our first night aboard the Nautilus. Ned Land tried to lodge a complaint, but the only answer he got was a door shut in his face. “Will master tell me what this means?” Conseil asked me. I told my companions what had happened. They were as astonished as I was, but no wiser. Then I sank into deep speculation, and Captain Nemo’s strange facial seizure kept haunting me. I was incapable of connecting two ideas in logical order, and I had strayed into the most absurd hypotheses, when I was snapped out of my mental struggles by these words from Ned Land: “Well, look here! Lunch is served!” Indeed, the table had been laid. Apparently Captain Nemo had given this order at the same time he commanded the Nautilus to pick up speed. “Will master allow me to make him a recommendation?” Conseil asked me. “Yes, my boy,” I replied. “Well, master needs to eat his lunch! It’s prudent, because we have no idea what the future holds.” “You’re right, Conseil.” “Unfortunately,” Ned Land said, “they’ve only given us the standard menu.” “Ned my friend,” Conseil answered, “what would you say if they’d given us no lunch at all?” This dose of sanity cut the harpooner’s complaints clean off. We sat down at the table. Our meal proceeded pretty much in silence. I ate very little. Conseil, everlastingly prudent, “force-fed” himself; and despite the menu, Ned Land didn’t waste a bite. Then, lunch over, each of us propped himself in a corner. Just then the luminous globe lighting our cell went out, leaving us in profound darkness. Ned Land soon dozed off, and to my astonishment, Conseil also fell into a heavy slumber. I was wondering what could have caused this urgent need for sleep, when I felt a dense torpor saturate my brain. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they closed in spite of me. I was in the grip of anguished hallucinations. Obviously some sleep-inducing substance had been laced into the food we’d just eaten! So imprisonment wasn’t enough to conceal Captain Nemo’s plans from us—sleep was needed as well!