“Why, that's unreasonable and unreasoning. But if ye insist, why, another messenger will do as well, and another hostage aboard—as I had originally intended—will make my hand the stronger.”
Lord Julian stared at him, realizing exactly what he had refused.
“You'll think better of it now that ye understand?” quoth Blood.
“Aye, in God's name, go, my lord,” spluttered Bishop, “and make yourself obeyed. This damned pirate has me by the throat.”
His lordship surveyed him with an eye that was not by any means admiring. “Why, if that is your wish...” he began. Then he shrugged, and turned again to Blood.
“I suppose I can trust you that no harm will come to Colonel Bishop if you are allowed to sail?”
“You have my word for it,” said Blood. “And also that I shall put him safely ashore again without delay.”
Lord Julian bowed stiffly to the cowering Deputy-Governor. “You understand, sir, that I do as you desire,” he said coldly.
“Aye, man, aye!” Bishop assented hastily.
“Very well.” Lord Julian bowed again and took his departure. Blood escorted him to the entrance ladder at the foot of which still swung the Arabella's own cock-boat.