Chapter Eight
After the ship cleared the harbor I was sent below to rest. The Captain’s quarters may not have been overly spacious to one used to living on land, but I soon learned that they actually were by far the largest aboard. In any event, they were well appointed and surprisingly luxurious. I hung up my cloak—leaving my fluttering young body clothed only in the wildly immodest garments old Beryl, the seamstress, had made for me—and began looking cautiously around.
With glazed windows looking astern and wrapping quite a way around the sides of the poop, the cabin was more than adequately illuminated, awash with the rich glow of sunlight permeating the bright morning all around and reflecting up from the sparkling sea below. Such windows afforded not only a magnificent view but vent
