"What would you have given," he asked solemnly, "for the cause for which your father died?"
"My life," said Landless.
"Would you give it still?"
"A worthless gift," said Landless bitterly. "Yea, I would give it, but the cause is dead."
The other shook his head. "The cause of the just man dieth not."
There was a pause broken by the mender of nets.
"Thou art no willing slave, I trow. The thought of escape is ever with thee."
"I shall escape," said Landless deliberately. "And if they track me they shall not take me alive."
The mender of nets gave a melancholy smile. "They would track you, never fear!" He leaned forward and touched Landless with his hand. "What if I show you a better way?" he asked in a whisper.
"What way?"