She understood him, and with a smile of gratitude, answered him in the same language.
The boat put off.
Kara-al-Zariel, standing on the sands, watched it for some moments, and then, as if unable longer to bear the sight, turned away, knelt upon the beach, and covered his eyes with his hands.
It was not grief alone that made him kneel beneath the open vault of Heaven.
In that terrible moment he registered to Heaven a vow of vengeance against the pasha who had slain the Pearl of the Isles.
The sturdy tars bent to their oars, and the boat left the murmuring waters of the sunlit Mediterranean.
Arriving on the ship, Thyra was placed with all care and tenderness upon deck.
The doctor examined the wound, and shook his head gravely.
"I can do nothing here!" he said, in subdued tones.
None answered him; only they saw too plainly that his words were final.