“You think it is the camp of white men?”
“I do; for did I not see a ship asleep at anchor and the gleam of armor under a hill?”
A look of intense satisfaction crossed Vytal’s face. “They are come,” he said.
CHAPTER X
“As had you seen her ’twould have moved your heart,
Though countermined with walls of brass, to love,
Or at the least to pity.”
—Marlowe, in The Jew of Malta.