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The mockery in his voice convinced Hawkins that murder would<br />
have been kindness indeed, compared to <strong>the</strong> fate that awaited <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
And yet how could <strong>the</strong>y complain, for it was no different than <strong>the</strong> fate<br />
to which <strong>the</strong>y had so willingly consigned <strong>the</strong>ir own living cargo.<br />
“Keep going!” Abubakar snapped his whip again. “To <strong>the</strong><br />
galley.”<br />
For a panicked moment, Hawkins thought <strong>the</strong>y were to be killed<br />
<strong>and</strong> eaten, fed to <strong>the</strong> Africans <strong>the</strong>y had so lately starved, but <strong>the</strong> two<br />
men in <strong>the</strong> galley wielded no knives.<br />
The first was short, <strong>and</strong> built as stoutly as Abubakar. The second<br />
was tall, <strong>and</strong> thin. He wore a long robe of <strong>the</strong> purest, white cotton, <strong>and</strong><br />
a matching turban. In one h<strong>and</strong> he carried a string of tiny, wooden<br />
beads, which he fingered rhythmically, lisping unintelligible words to<br />
himself. Hawkins presumed he was a holy man of sorts.<br />
As <strong>the</strong>y entered, he looked upon <strong>the</strong>m, his gaze poignant <strong>and</strong><br />
sympa<strong>the</strong>tic, almost mournful. His companion’s look held no such<br />
compassion.<br />
“You first,” Abubakar said, pointing to <strong>the</strong> captain.<br />
Bayonne mustered what a dignity a naked, fettered man can, <strong>and</strong><br />
stepped forward.<br />
The priest raised his h<strong>and</strong> level with Bayonne’s forehead.<br />
“Yudkhilu man yasha’a fi rahmatihi. Wal thalimeen – a’adda la<br />
hum athabun aleem,” he chanted. He let his gaze bore into Bayonne’s<br />
eyes, <strong>the</strong>n inclined his head almost imperceptibly as though<br />
acquiescing to some invisible master. He raised his eyes once again,<br />
<strong>and</strong>, in sepulchral tones, droned, “He admits to his Mercy whom He<br />
will. But <strong>the</strong> evil-doers – for <strong>the</strong>m has He prepared a grievous<br />
castigation.”<br />
Abubakar yanked <strong>the</strong> captain toward <strong>the</strong> stove, <strong>and</strong> Hawkins saw<br />
with horror, that in <strong>the</strong> coals lay irons like those used to br<strong>and</strong> a<br />
bullock.<br />
“Surely you don’t intend to br<strong>and</strong> us like beasts!” Bayonne<br />
protested.<br />
“Ahnt nothing that ahnt been done afore,” Abubakar answered<br />
him, turning his forearm upwards, revealing a welted scar in <strong>the</strong> shape<br />
of a W.<br />
“William Woollery. He would have been my owner if <strong>the</strong>y hadn’t<br />
fed me to <strong>the</strong> sea.”<br />
The shorter sailor pulled a fiery iron from embers, <strong>and</strong> Abubakar<br />
grabbed Bayonne’s arm. The smell of burning flesh filled <strong>the</strong> galley.<br />
Bayonne cried out, one long, tortured howl of agony. Two livid,<br />
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