swift,
and after they were out of the harbor, Travancore had none which could
overtake them. Then was the wrath of the King terrible to look upon.
Now
while the prince and his followers chafed, and the dismayed populace
watched the work of the men who sought to make the boats ready to sail,
the King filled them with the fiercest of his soldiers, being resolved
that if the pirate escaped him on the sea he would follow him to his
lair with swift and overwhelming vengeance. While these things were
being done, the Rover passed out to the open sea and in sight of all
the people turned his prows to the south.
Then
the Brahman, standing where the lapping waters encircled his feet,
stretched forth his hands toward the white sails as they spread to the
west wind and called upon Shankar to destroy the despoiler. Immediately
the wind died out and the ships were becalmed. Then the heart of the
King swelled with fierce joy.
At
his orders all the lighter boats were filled with men and oars were
provided that they might row to the attack, and the young prince stood
in the front of the fastest one. But while
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