I did
so, swallowing what seemed to be broth though I thought it strangely
flavoured, after which I felt much stronger, for whatever was in that
broth ran through my veins like wine. At last he spoke in his queer
English.
"Master," he said, "when we still in Thames River, you ask me whether we
should run ashore into the hands of the hunters who try to catch us,
or sail on. I answer, 'You have God and I have God and better fall into
hands of gods than into hands of men.' So we sail on into the big storm.
For long we sail, and though once it turn, always the great wind blew,
behind us. You grow weak and your mind leave you, but I keep you alive
with medicine that I have and for many days I stay awake and steer. Then
at last my mind leave me, too, and I know no more. Three days ago I wake
up and find the ship in this place. Then I eat more medicine and get
strength, also food from people on the shore who think us gods. That all
the story, except that you live, not die. Your God and my God bring us
here safe."
"Yes, Kari, but where are we?"
"Master, I think in that country from which I come; not in my own land
which is still far away, but still in that country.
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