“I was. I, too, was one of your uncle's slaves.”
“And you have been with Captain Blood ever since?”
“His shipmaster always, ma'am.”
She nodded. She was very calm and self-contained; but his lordship observed that she was unusually pale, though considering what she had that day undergone this afforded no matter for wonder.
“Did you ever sail with a Frenchman named Cahusac?”
“Cahusac?” Pitt laughed. The name evoked a ridiculous memory. “Aye. He was with us at Maracaybo.”
“And another Frenchman named Levasseur?”
His lordship marvelled at her memory of these names.
“Aye. Cahusac was Levasseur's lieutenant, until he died.”
“Until who died?”