“We will sail in her,” said George, “and we will find my island.”
“Find the island? The whole navy’s looking for it!”
“It will come to me,” said George.
And Siebenhaar embraced Arabella and congratulated her on having taken his advice.
XX: HOME
They had a pleasant voyage, saw the sea-serpent twice, and when they came to the South Seas every night George sang those strange melodious chants that he had made out of Tittiker. One night when they had been at sea nigh eight months up and down the Southern Seas and almost into the Antarctic, George fell into a kind of swoon and said:
“She is coming, she is coming, my mother, my land.”
And Arabella, fearing for his reason, implored Siebenhaar to distract him with talk, and the master of the ship to make for the nearest port. But George silenced Siebenhaar, and in an unearthly voice he crooned:
“Cathoire Mor, or the Great—had thirty sons.
Conn Ceadchadhach, called the Hero of the Hundred Battles—slain.