“Of what?”
“Of hell, damnation, and eternal fire,” roared the skipper, voicing his own belated terrors.
“I have but fulfilled the destiny which in His Omniscience He marked out for me,” replied Sir Oliver. “My life hath been as He designed it, since naught may exist or happen save by His Will. Shall I then fear damnation for having been as God fashioned me?”
“’Tis the heathen Muslim creed!” Master Leigh protested.
“’Tis a comforting one,” said Sir Oliver, “and it should comfort such a sinner as thou.”
But Master Leigh refused to be comforted. “Oh!” he groaned miserably. “I would that I did not believe in God!”
“Your disbelief could no more abolish Him than can your fear create Him,” replied Sir Oliver. “But your mood being what it is, were it not best you prayed?”
“Will not you pray with me?” quoth that rascal in his sudden fear of the hereafter.
“I shall do better,” said Sir Oliver at last. “I shall pray for you—to Sir John Killigrew, that your life be spared.”
“Sure he’ll never heed you!” said Master Leigh with a catch in his breath.