"Thank God, sir, that your heart is so light already," said
good Jack; "it makes me feel quite upraised myself, like."

"I have reason to be cheerful, Sir John; I have left a
heavy load behind me. I have been wilful, and proud, and a
blasphemer, and swollen with cruelty and pride; and God has
brought me low for it, and cut me off from my evil delight.
No more Spaniard-hunting for me now, my masters. God will
send no such fools as I upon His errands."

"You do not repent of fighting the Spaniards."

"Not I: but of hating even the worst of them. Listen to
me, Will and Jack. If that man wronged me, I wronged him
likewise. I have been a fiend when I thought myself the
grandest of men, yea, a very avenging angel out of heaven.
But God has shown me my sin, and we have made up our
quarrel for ever."

"Made it up?"

"Made it up, thank God. But I am weary. Set me down
awhile, and I will tell you how it befell."

Wondering, they set him down upon the heather, while the
bees hummed round them in the sun; and Amyas felt for a
hand of each, and clasped it in his own hand, and began,--

"When you left me there upon the rock, lads, I looked
away and out to sea, to get one last snuff of the merry sea-
breeze, which will never sail me again. And as I looked, I tell
you truth, I could see the water and the sky; as plain as ever
I saw them, till I thought my sight was come again. But soon
I knew it was not so; for I saw more than man could see;
right over the ocean, as I live, and away to the Spanish Main.
And I saw Barbados, and Grenada, and all the isles that we
ever sailed by; and La Guayra in Carraccas, and the Silla, and
the house beneath it where she lived. And I saw him walking
with her on the barbecu, and he loved her then. I saw what
I saw; and he loved her; and I say he loves her still.

"Then I saw the cliffs beneath me, and the Gull-rock, and
the Shutter, and the Ledge; I saw them, William Cary, and
the weeds beneath the merry blue sea. And I saw the grand
old galleon, Will; she has righted with the sweeping of the
tide. She lies in fifteen fathoms, at the edge of the rocks, upon
the sand; and her men are all lying around her, asleep until
the judgment-day."

Cary and Jack looked at him, and then at each other. His
eyes were clear, and bright, and full of meaning; and yet they
knew that he was blind. His voice was shaping itself into a

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