My father has more wives than he can count in a single breath.My father has more wives than he can count in a single breath." The carriage arrived at the dock and Sir Jeffrey's newest acquisitions were placed in the hands of Captain Tremayne, his seagoing partner in adventure. He was a tall, robust, muscular man with a patch covering one eye, a souvenir of past adventures. Sir Jeffrey told him to set sail at the next tide and reminded him, as agreed, he should deliver 4/5's of all the treasure he had collected in the holy land to his wife in Britain. Then he could keep the rest for himself. "And the wenches, Thorne," asked the captain, "what about them?" "They are mine, not to be shared in any way. Deliver them to the Lady Anne and inform her that they are being held for ransom from the Caliph of Baghdad." "I'll take good care of them, Thorne," said Tremayne through a smile that sent a chill to the girl's very souls. Sir Jeffrey grabbed his arm. |