I must go back. We will deal with them when we get into port. An execution detail of green-jackets was drawn up in the courtyard. Hisfather looked forlorn and sick, with his hair and beard in lank ropesand black shadows beneath his eyes, in dreadful contrast with his paleskin.
He felt a surge of lust, his loins engorged, and he was soovercome with wanting her that for a moment he could not move, couldnot even breathe. It tore through the thin cotton of her tunic, but glancedharmlessly off the shirt of steel chain-mail beneath the cloth. The four men who were already there had not noticed him. By the end of themeal he was spoiling for trouble, and prospecting for some way in whichto ease the terrible sense of rejection and hopelessness thatoverpowered him.
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