Seconds later the thunder of the cannonade and the blast ofhowling grape shot swept over them. Aboli stood up beside him, his expression grave. This coast was depicted always as forbiddingand dangerous, with few safe anchorages for a thousand miles north fromTable Bay at Good Hope. He had become sullen and obstructive.
Far below in the pre-dawn darkness he heard the great bronze culver insslat against their blocks and come up with a thump against theirstraining tackle. Then, after a long while, Althuda led herback to the fire, his arm around her shoulders, and they took theirplaces in the circle. When he reachedthe place where the ledge widened and the cleft split the face, hepaused to examine the rocks that blocked the entrance. While he was gone Aboli dismounted, went to the panniers at the back ofthe carriage and opened the lid.
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