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CHAPTER NINE - NOAH'S ARK

One of the herdsmen on the quay had sat down with his face in his hands; now he fell over limply on his side.
`Sir -' began Hornblower to Tapling, and the two mett looked at each other with the same awful thought occurring to them at the same moment.
Duras began to say something; with one hand on the withers of the donkey and the other gesticulating in the air it seemed that he was making something of a speech, but there was no sense in the words he was roaring out in a hoarse voice. His face was swollen beyond its customary fatness and his expression was widely distorted, while his cheeks were so suffused with blood as to look dark under his tan. Duras quitted his hold of the donkey and began to reel about in half circles, under the eyes of Moors and Englishmen. His voice died away to a whisper, his legs gave way under him, and he fell to his hands and knees and then to his face.
`That's the plague !' said Tapling. `The Black Death ! I saw it in Smyrna in '96.'
He and the other Englishmen had shrunk back on the one side, the soldiers and the Treasurer on the other, leaving the palpitating body lying in the clear space between them.
`The plague, by St Peter !' squealed one of the young sailors. He would have headed a rush to the longboat.
`Stand still, there !' roared Hornblower, scared of the plague but with the habits of discipline so deeply engrained in him by now that he checked the panic automatically.
`I was a fool not to have thought of it before,' said Tapling. `That dying rat - that fellow over there who we thought was drunk. I should have known !'
The soldier who appeared to be the sergeant in command of the Treasurer's escort was in explosive conversation with the chief of the overseers of the slaves, both of them staring and pointing at the dying Duras; the Treasurer himself was clutching his robe about him and looking down at the wretched man at his feet in fascinated horror.
`Well, sir,' said Hornblower to Tapling, `what do we do?'

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