I put all my faith and my trust in you, said Sir Francis, and thesoldiers lifted him down from the railing. Asthey drew closer, Hal saw that his face was streaked with dust andpowder soot, and that his clothing was torn and soiled with the muck ofthe battlefield. He had seized two of his men,who could not swim, and was dragging them through the water. Sir Francis laid his hand casually on thehilt of his sword.
The captives were under guard on the beach, sitting in a line withtheir hands clasped behind their heads. Many had been dolled up in European style by theirowners, and their small, neat bosoms were jaunty under their lacybodices. I should cauterize thewound but tH the hot iron would leave a scar. He tookthem on and slashed through the sinews of an extended sword arm as onelunged at him.
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