crew.'
'It is customary for the ship to retain half of the prize, Hal demurred.
'Captain,' said Nazet coldly, 'in these seas the custom is set by His Most Christian Majesty.'
'Then I must concur.' Hal smiled ironically, but received no encouragement to further levity from Nazet.
'Any warlike stores or provisions you may capture will be purchased by the exchequer, and likewise any enemy vessels will be purchased by the navy.'
She looked away from him as a scribe entered the chamber and bowed before handing her a document written on stiff yellow parchment. Nazet glanced swiftly through it then took up the quill that the scribe handed her, filled in the blanks in the script and signed at the foot, 'Judith Nazet', and added a cross behind her name.
As she sanded the wet ink she said, 'It is written in Geez, but I will have a translation prepared for you when next we meet. In the meantime, I give you my assurance that this letter sets out exactly the terms we have discussed.' She rolled the document, secured it with a ribbon and handed it to Hal.
'Your assurance is sufficient for me.' Hal slipped the rolled document into the sleeve of his tunic.
'I am certain you are eager to rejoin your ship, Captain. I will detain you no longer.' With that dismissal, she seemed to forget his existence and turned her full attention back to her commanders and the clay panorama of the battlefield on the tabletop in front of her.
'You spoke of a series of signals, General.' Despite her Uncompromising manner, Hal found himself strangely reluctant to leave her presence. He was drawn to her in the way a compass needle seeks the north.
She did not look up at him again but said, 'Admiral Senec will have a signal book sent out to your ship before you sail. Bishop Fasilides will see you to where your horses are waiting. Farewell, Captain.'
As Hal strode down the long stone passageway alongside the Bishop he said quietly, 'The Tabernacle of Mary is here in this monastery. Am I right in believing that?'
Fasilides stopped dead in his tracks and stared at him. 'How did you know? Who told you?'
'As a devout Christian I should like to look upon such a sacred object, 'said Hal. 'Can you grant me that wish?' Fasilides tugged nervously at his beard. 'Perhaps. We shall see. Come with me.' He led Hal to where Aboli still waited and then both of them followed him through another maze of stairways and passages, then stopped before a doorway guarded by four priests in robes and turbans.
'Is this man of yours a Christian?' he asked as he looked at Aboli, and Hal shook his head. 'Then he must remain here.'
The Bishop took Hal's arm and led him to the door. He spoke softly in Geez to one of the priests, and the old man took a huge black key from under his robe and turned the lock. Fasilides drew Hal into the crypt beyond.
Surrounded by a forest of burning candles in tall, many branched brass holders, the Tabernacle stood in the centre of the paved floor.
Hal felt an overwhelming sense of awe and grace come upon him. He knew that this was one of the supreme moments of his life, perhaps even the reason for his birth and existence.
The Tabernacle was a small chest that stood on four legs, carved like the paws of a lion. There were four carrying handles. Its square body was covered with a tapestry of silver and gold embroidery that had the patina of great age upon it. On each end of the lid knelt a miniature golden statue of an angel, with head bowed and hands clasped in prayer. It was a thing of exquisite beauty.
Hal fell to his knees in the same attitude as the golden angels. 'Lord God of Hosts, I have come to do your bidding, as you commanded,' he began to pray aloud. After a long while, he crossed himself and rose to his feet.
'May I see the chalice?' he asked deferentially, but Fasilides shook his head.
'Not even I have seen it. It is too holy for the eyes of mortal man. It would blind you.'
The Ethiopian pilot guided the Golden Bough southwards in the night under top sails alone. With a leadsman taking soundings they crept up into the lee of Dahlak Island off the mouth of Adulis Bay.
Anxiously Hal listened in the darkness to the chant of the leadsman, 'No bottom with this line!' and minutes later, 'No bottom with this line!' and then the plop of the lead as it was swung out ahead of the bows and hit the surface. Suddenly the chant altered and the leadsman's voice took on a sharper tone. 'By the deep, twenty!'
'Mister Tyler!' Hal barked. 'Take another reef in your top sails. Stand by to let the anchor go!'
'By the mark, ten! 'The leadsman's next cry was sharper still.
'Furl all your canvas. Let go your anchor!'
The anchor went down and the Golden Bough glided on a short distance before she snubbed up on the cable.
'Take the deck, Mister Tyler,' Hal said. 'I am going aloft.' He went up the shrouds from deck to the top of the mainmast without a pause, and was pleased that his breathing was merely deep and even when he reached the canvas crow's nest.
'I see you, Gundwane!' Aboli greeted him, and made room for him in the canvas nest. Hal settled beside him and looked first to the land. Dahlak Island was a darker mass in the dark night, but they were a full cable's length clear of her rocks. Then he looked to the west and saw the sweep of Adulis Bay, clearly outlined by the fires of El Grang's army encamped along the shoreline around the little port of Zulla. The waters of the bay sparkled with the riding lanterns of the anchored fleet of Islam. He tried to count those lights but gave up when the tally reached sixty-four. He wondered if one of those was the Gull of Moray, and felt his guts contract at the thought.
He turned to look into the east and saw the first pale promise of the dawn silhouette the rugged peaks of Arabia, from which came El Grang's transport dhows laden with men, horses and provisions to swell his legions.
Then, below the dawn on the dark sea, he saw the riding lanterns of other ships winking like fireflies as they sailed in on the night breeze towards Adulis Bay.
'Can you count them, Aboli?' he asked, and Aboli chuckled.
'My eyes are not as sharp as yours, Gundwane. Let us say merely that there are many, and wait for the dawn to disclose their true numbers,' he murmured.
They waited in the silence of old companions, and both felt the chill of the coming dawn warmed away by the promise of battle that the day must bring, for this narrow sea swarmed with the ships of the enemy.
The eastern sky began to glow like an ironsmith's forge. The rocks of the island close at hand showed pale through the gloom, painted white by the dung of the sea birds that for centuries had roosted upon them. From their rocky perches the birds launched into flight. In staggered arrowhead formations they flew across the red dawn sky uttering wild, haunting cries. Looking up at them Hal felt the morning wind brush his cheek with cool fingers. It was blowing out of the west as he had relied upon it to do. He had the flotilla of small dhows under his lee, and at his mercy.
The rising sun flared upon the mountain tops and set them aflame. Far out beyond the low rocks of the island a sail glinted on the dark ting waters, and then another and, as the circle of their vision expanded, a dozen more.
Hal slapped Aboli lightly on the shoulder. 'It is time to go to work, old friend, 'he said, and slid down the shrouds. As his feet hit the deck he called to the helm, 'Up anchor, Mister Tyler. All hands aloft to set sail.'
Released from restraint the Golden Bough spread her canvas and wheeled away. The waters rustling under her bows and her wake creaming behind her, she sped out from her ambush behind Dahlak Island.
The light was bright enough by now for Hal to make out clearly his quarry scattered across the wind-flecked waters ahead. He looked eagerly for the piled canvas of a tall ship among them, but saw only the single lateen sails of the Arabian dhows.
The closest of these vessels seemed unalarmed by the Golden Bough's appearance, her high pyramid of sails standing right across the entrance to Adulis Bay. They held their course and, as the frigate bore down upon the nearest of them, Hal saw the crew and passengers lining the dhow's side and peering across at them. Some had scampered up the stubby mast and were waving a greeting.
Hal stopped beside the helm and said to Ned Tyler, 'Tis likely that they have seen only one other ship like ours in these waters and that's the Gull. They take us for an ally.' He looked up to where his topmast men hung in the rigging, ready to handle the great mass of canvas. Then he looked back along the deck, where the gunners were fussing over the culver ins and the powder boys were scurrying up from below decks with their deadly burdens.
'Mister Fisher!' he called. 'Load one battery on each side with ball, all the others with chain and grape, if you please.' Big Daniel grinned, with black and rotten teeth, and knuckled his brow. Hal wanted simply to disable the enemy vessels, not sink or burn them. Even the smallest and poorest of those craft must be worth a great deal to the exchequer of His Most Christian Majesty, if he could capture them and deliver them to Admiral Senec at Mitsiwa. The battery on each side loaded with ball would be held in reserve.
The first dhow was so close ahead that Hal could see the expressions on the faces of her crew. They were a dozen or so sailors, dressed in ragged and faded robes and haik
