Their swords were drawn, the blades gleaming in the reflectionof the flames. Between the three of them they seized one of the huge hindquarters ofraw eland flesh and staggered with it to the edge of the firelight. That was neatly done, said Schreuder. He was one of the other guests at Llewellyn's dinner table that secondnight out from Good Hope.
A narrow groove down the length of the blade was filled with a black,tarry paste that had dried hard and shiny. The small company of Dutch officers on the quarterdeck were indisarray. With skilful cuts, he sized thelength of the shaft and peeled away the bark. Cumbrae could see in his eyes the realizationdawning that from now onwards he would be beyond the pale and wascontent that he could trust Schreuder at last.
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