Chapter 9Another tedious week passed, though somewhat calmer than the preceding one, as I was occasionally suffered to take the air, though Staurakios ‘requested’ that I wander no higher than the upper gun deck, where there was little chance of me being spotted either from shore or from any passing vessels. Still, I was finally able to catch a few glimpses of the palaces, domes, and needle-sharp spires of Theklos through the cannon-ports, although only when both the captain and his mate dropped their attention. When the week was up, and it was time for us to sail on to our rendezvous with Phoebe, I suspect they were as glad to be rid of me as I was to be on my way.
For another day we sailed east, eventually lowering our anchor in a large sound that was, reassuringly, shielded by cliffs on
