"So there's an end o' Tressady and Mings and their fellows, comrade!" said Resolution, staring away into distant haze where showed the topsails of the Vengeance already hull down. "And God's will be done, says I, though here be we as must go solitary awhile and Joanna sick to death, comrade."
"Resolution," said I, staring up at his grim figure, "she schemed to lure Tressady to his death?"
"Aye, she did, brother. What other way was there? She hath wit womanish and nimble--"
"She smote him in the shadows--"
"Most true, friend! She hath a man's will and determination!"
"He had no chance--"
"Never a whit, Martin! She is swift as God's lightning and as infallible. Roger Tressady was an evil man and the evil within him she used to destroy him and all very right and proper! And now she lieth sick in the cave yonder and calls for you, brother."
So I arose and coming within the cave found Joanna outstretched upon a rough bed contrived of fern and the boat-cloaks.
"Alas, Martino, I cannot sleep," said she. "I am haunted by the man Tressady, which is surely very strange--oh, very strange. For he was evil like all other men save you and Resolution--and Adam Penfeather. Can you not say somewhat to my comfort? Did he not merit death?"
"Aye, most truly. Had you not killed him--I would."
"For my sake, Martino?"
"Aye," said I, "for yours."
"Why, then 'tis strange I should grieve thus--I have killed men ere this, as you do know, nor troubled; belike 'tis my sickness--or the memory of my lady Joan--Damaris, her gentleness. Howbeit I am sorry and sad and greatly afraid."
"Nay," said I. "What should fright you that do fear nothing?"
"Myself, Martino--I have been--minded to kill you--more than once!"
"Yet do I live."
"And yet do I fear!" said she, with a great sigh.
"And your wound pains you belike?"
"A little, Martino."
"Show me!"
Mutely she suffered me to uncover her arm and unwind the bandages and I saw the tender flesh was very angry and inflamed, whereupon I summoned Resolution from his cooking, who at my desire brought the chest of medicines with water, etc., and set myself to soothe and cherish this painful wound as gently as I might, and though she often blenched for the pain of it she uttered no complaint.
"Do I hurt you overmuch?" I questioned.
"Nay," said she, catching her breath for pain of it, "I am none so tender. D'ye mind how I burned the boat you had so laboured at?"
"Aye, I do!"
"And how I gave you an evil draught that was agony?"