“Marie, my daughter, on board!” he cried.
“The wife may well go in search of her husband, when the father embarks to save his child.”
“Unhappy Marie! How wilt thou support our fatigues! Dost thou know that thy presence may be injurious to our search?”
“No, uncle, for I am strong.”
“Who knows whither we shall be forced to go, Marie? Look at this map. We are approaching places dangerous even for us sailors, hardened though we are to the difficulties of the sea. And thou, frail child?”
“But, uncle, I come from a family of sailors. I am used to stories of combats and tempests. I am with you and my old friend Penellan!”
“Penellan! It was he who concealed you on board?”
“Yes, uncle; but only when he saw that I was determined to come without his help.”
“Penellan!” cried Jean.
Penellan entered.