“Nay! Amine, that is not lawful—our religion forbids it.”
“It may do so, but I cannot tell why. I came into this world without my own consent; surely I may leave it without asking the leave of priests! But let that pass for the present what will you do with that Schriften?”
“Put him on shore at the Cape—I cannot bear the odious wretch’s presence. Did you not feel the chill, as before, when you approached him?”
“I did—I knew that he was there before I saw him; but still I know not why, I feel as if I would not send him away.”
“Why not?”
“I believe it is because I am inclined to brave destiny, not to quail at it. The wretch can do no harm.”
“Yes, he can—much: he can render the ship’s company mutinous and disaffected; besides, he attempted to deprive me of my relic.”
“I almost wish he had done so; then must you have discontinued this wild search.”
“Nay, Amine, say not so; it is my duty, and I have taken my solemn oath—”
“But this Schriften—you cannot well put him ashore at the Cape; being a Company’s officer, you might send him home if you found a ship there homeward bound; still were I you I would let destiny work. He is woven in with ours, that is certain. Courage, Philip, and let him remain.”