He was heading for Zanzibar, the centre of all trade onthis coast. Van deVelde sat at the head of the long, polished table. Where is your mistress? he demanded, and when she gawked dumbly athim he repeated, Where is Mevrouw van de Velde? The slave girl scrambled to her feet in confusion. He shook his head in puzzlement, and looked down at the cutlassin his hand.
As they marched back up thestaircase, he leaned lightly on Hal's arm. He made them sit in a tightcircle around him while he spoke to them softly. Regiments of foot-soldiers marched and counter marched They had addedto their own diverse and exotic uniforms the plunder of the battlefieldso that no two men were dressed alike. As he spoke it became brighter, and Aboliexclaimed also.
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