“And when?”
“At the full moon. I should say.”
“And how much does it want to the full moon now?”
“It will be full moon to-morrow night.”
“We have to cross then to the mainland—and the galley is not in sight—to find a guide, and to travel forty miles, and all before to-morrow night. Well, it must be done. To think of these wretches murdering my dear Carna!”
“Do not fear, my lord; we shall do it,” said the peddler; but added, in a low voice, “if nothing happens.”
At that moment the galley came in sight. “That is right,” cried the Count; “anyhow, we begin well; no time will be lost in getting across.”