“So he has got maps,” said Bickley in English, “as well as star charts. I wonder where he keeps them.”
“With his clothes, I expect,” suggested Bastin.
Meanwhile Oro had hidden the atlas in his ample robe and motioned to his daughter to proceed.
“Why do you come here from England so far away?” the Lady Yva asked, a question to which each of us had an answer.
“To see new countries,” I said.
“Because the cyclone brought us,” said Bickley.
“To convert the heathen to my own Christian religion,” said Bastin, which was not strictly true.
It was on this last reply that she fixed.
“What does your religion teach?” she asked.
“It teaches that those who accept it and obey its commands will live again after death for ever in a better world where is neither sorrow nor sin,” he answered.