“Ah, save when it ran counter to your own,” suggested Arkal; “and especially that time when you ran away from home and came out here in the long ship of my trading friend.”
“I have regretted that many a time since then, and I am now returning home to offer submission.”
“D’you think that he’ll forgive you?”
“I am sure he will, for he is a kind man; and I know he loves me, though he has never said so.”
“I should like to know that father of yours. I like your description of him—so stern of face, yet so kind of heart, and with such an unchangeable will when he sees what is right. But what is right, and what is wrong?”
“Ay—what is—who can tell? Some people believe that the gods make their will known to man through the Delphic Oracle.”
“Boh!” exclaimed the captain with a look of supreme contempt.
The turn of thought silenced both speakers for a time; and when Captain Arkal turned to resume the conversation, he found that his friend was sound asleep.