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"Come below," he said.
"_My lord_," came a voice as out of a fog.
Nelson turned.
The giant was following them at a panther-prowl.
As Kit saw him a phrase from the Old Book flashed to his mind--_the Body of this Death_.
Only the eyes lived; abysms through which the boy gazed down to behold the last nicker of a drowning soul.
It was not quite out, that gallant little light. Down there in the tumult of dark waters it fought for life despairingly.
Without, the man was black and white and strangely still. Within, G.o.d and Devil were at battle. And the Devil was winning.
The giant prowled across the deck, kneading his hands.
"_Can I have a word with your lords.h.i.+p?_"
The voice was clogged and husky as the voice of one dead for centuries.
"By all means," briskly.
"_Alone, my lord?_"
"Certainly. Here?"
The man rolled his eyes up at Kit. The boy's knees gave. He almost fainted. The soul flickered its last before his eyes. The man was dark forever.
"_Over here, my lord. By the side, if you please_."
His words came stifled as out of the grave.
Kit heard them remotely.
His voice tried to burst through iron blackness and failed.
His soul yelled,
"_Murder_!" but no sound came. Feet and tongue stuck fast. The Powers of Darkness had prevailed over him also.
The two were walking away across the deck, side by side, the big man and the little.
Nightmare-bound, the boy watched their backs, the one huge-shouldered, slouching, the other sprightly and slight as a lad's.
In the one there was no light. He was a vast black body, unlit now even by the moon. The other was radiant beside him. The Angel of Darkness was about to swallow the Child of Light. The boy saw what was going to happen and could not stay it.
Then he heard a sound.
The man was moaning as he walked.
Nelson stopped.
"Aren't you well, Dark?" he asked, so quietly, so kindly.
The giant swayed. Head and eyes were down, arms swinging. He was as a man asleep preparing for a plunge. And his light was out.
Nelson laid a hand upon his shoulder.
"Can I help you?" he asked, with the shy tenderness of a woman.
The groan sighed itself away. Just so must Lazarus have sighed when the life first began to trickle back along disused veins. Slowly the giant pulled himself together, squaring vast shoulders. Then he drew a tremendous breath. In the darkness a tiny star began to glow.
"You have helped me, my lord," he said, and his voice was clear again.
Then they turned and came back across the deck.
CHAPTER LXXVI
IN THE CABIN OF THE _MEDUSA_
I
Admiral and mids.h.i.+pman were alone in the cabin.
Kit was taking in his hero's face.
It was the face--the boy saw it with amazement--of a _disappointed_ man!
The hero of St. Vincent, the victor of the Nile, the conqueror of Copenhagen, a disappointed man!
"Tell your story."
Standing by the door Kit told his tale.
By the port the great seaman listened in chill silence.
His face was turned away. Kit dwelt anxiously on the keen, pale profile, the ruined eye, the lopped arm. Was his listener incredulous? He could not say, and Nelson did not speak.
The boy stumbled on his way.
Alone in that quiet cabin, his own voice shrill and small the only sound, face to face with the man who had saved Europe once, and must again, a confused and silly story he made of it.
