k of
wine. But I speak like a merchant.'

'No, no! Tell us what you had to eat,' cried Dan.

'Meat dried in the sun, and dried fish and ground beans, Witta took in;
and corded frails of a certain sweet, soft fruit, which the Moors use,
which is like paste of figs, but with thin, long stones. Aha! Dates is
the name.

'"Now," said Witta, when the ship was loaded, "I counsel you strangers
to pray to your Gods, for from here on, our road is No Man's road." He
and his men killed a black goat for sacrifice on the bows; and the
Yellow Man brought out a small, smiling image of dull-green stone and
burned incense before it. Hugh and I commended ourselves to God, and
Saint Barnabas, and Our Lady of the Assumption, who was specially dear
to my Lady. We were not young, but I think no shame to say whenas we
drove out of that secret harbour at sunrise over a still sea, we two
rejoiced and sang as did the knights of old when they followed our great
Duke to England. Yet was our leader an heathen pirate; all our proud
fleet but one galley perilously overloaded; for guidance we leaned on a
pagan sorcerer; and our port was beyond the world's end. Witta told us
that his father Guthrum had once in his life rowed along the shores of
Africa to a land where naked men sold gold for iron and beads. There had
he bought much gold, and no few elephants' teeth, and thither by help of
the Wise Iron would Witta go. Witta feared nothing--except to be poor.

'"My father told me," said Witta, "that a great Shoal runs three days'
sail out from that land, and south of the shoal lies a Forest which
grows in the sea. South and east of the Forest my father came to a place
where the men hid gold in their hair; but all that country, he said, was
full of Devils who lived in trees, and tore folk limb from limb. How
think ye?"

'"Gold or no gold," said Hugh, fingering his sword, "it is a joyous
venture. Have at these Devils of thine, Witta!"

'"Venture!" said Witta sourly. "I am only a poor sea-thief. I do not set
my life adrift on a plank for joy, or the venture. Once I beach ship
again at Stavanger, and feel the wife's arms round my neck, I'll seek no
more ventures. A ship is heavier care than a wife or cattle."

'He leaped down among the rowers, chiding them for their little strength
and their great stomachs. Yet Witta was a wolf in fight, and a very fox
in cunning.

'We were driven South by a storm, and for three days and three nights he
took the ste