16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
ship, that is the heretic. I must run.'
'Do not let me detain you, sir. Pray accept
this trifle.'
'God will repay your worship. Farewell, sir.
May no new thing arise.'
'May no new thing arise,' replied Stephen.
With his pocket spy-glass he watched the birds
for a while, their name hovering on the edge
of his mind. Presently, as don Curtius' coach
rolled into the square, silent on the dust, they
flew off, one carrying the desiccated cat, and
the other snatching at it. They flew inland, towards
Lima, a splendid-looking white-towered
city five or six miles away with an infinitely
more splendid series of mountains behind it,
rising higher and higher in the distance, their
snow at last blending with the white sky and
the clouds.
The carriage rolled away, drawn by six