“No. My service hath been at the oars.”
“Hath she a flag?”
“I cannot see one.”
Arrius remained quiet some time, apparently in deep reflection.
“Does the ship hold this way yet?” he at length asked.
“Still this way.”
“Look for the flag now.”
“She hath none.”
“Nor any other sign?”
“She hath a sail set, and is of three banks, and cometh swiftly—that is all I can say of her.”