“Gregorio sometimes thought, if you thrust a toe into the soil here, a foot would grow, and a calf and a knee. Only he, lying hearing the rain, was solitary and sterile.Towards the end of the month, he rode, as he often did, to the sea cliff at Câmara de Lobos and gazed south. Four months ago he had looked and seen the great ragged sails of the roundship Ghost, beating her laborious way into home waters, and had ridden to Funchal to meet her, with the results he had tried to send to Nicholas.The... roundship had arrived empty, because – so they said – her master had been entitled to deliver, but not to buy merchandise. Gregorio didn’t believe it. No one, familiar with the way Nicholas worked, would take that for anything but a stratagem. But if it was, where was the money they were desperately waiting for?No word came, from the Ghost’s master Ochoa, or Nicholas. The ship, positively identified as the Doria by a dozen experts sent by de Ribérac, had been first impounded, and then dispatched with its whole crew to Lisbon.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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