James: The only difficulty is how to get away.
Carter: Why, your Majesty has but to get
into the ship.

James: Ah, if I could once get into it! But
the question is how am I to escape -- from
Sarsfield? Of course he is under my orders. I
made him obey orders when we left the Boyne.
But since then there is something about him--
some danger in his eye, or in the toss of his head.
Of course, I am in no way afraid of him.

Carter: Of course not, indeed.

James: But for all that, when he begins draw-
ing maps with a flourish of his sword (Mimics
Sarsfield), or talking as if he were giving out the
Holy Scriptures, there is something--a something
--that takes away my strength, that leaves me
bustled, marrowless, uncertain.

Carter: Not a doubt of it.

James: I am resolved I will strike a blow for
myself. I will take my own way. I will be King
again. I will be my own master! I am deter-
mined that here, this moment, before he has time
to come back, before I cool, before my blood
goes down, I will make these sailors take me
into their boat and row me out to the ship.

Carter: Well said, indeed.

James: When Sarsfield comes back to this pier,
if he wants to preach to me again, he will have to
swim for it!

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