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. Seeing the flare of their torches,
William and his group raced on until they came to the water's
edge. There, down by the shore, were a dozen oak-ribbed fishing
boats with Balifor oarsmen at the alert.
"Your plan?" asked a surprised William.
"Not much of one," replied the minotaur.
One by one, the boats were loaded and pushed off, until there
was a small flotilla of prisoners bobbing on the blue-black waves.
The last boat was a smaller one and into it climbed William, Sintk,
and Harum El-Halop, who had been defending the rear. But they
were in no danger; they were out of earshot by the time the first
draconians stumbled to the shore.
A mile out to sea, the small vessels hesitated outside Port
Balifor.
"You have a head-start on the patrol boats!" shouted William to
Tom the tailor over the crashing waves. "You can make a run for it
and, with luck, live elsewhere long and happily and free of
chains!"
"What about you?" yelled Tom, cupping his hands.
William did not have to ask Sintk, who was already snoring
under a cowhide, or Harum, who was doing the rowing of four
men. Drago was dead. They could slip into the harbor and never be
suspected.
"Port Balifor is our home!" he shouted into the wind. But he
doubted if they heard him, as the string of boats had already
moved onward, to the west.
Harum and William let Sintk sleep until they had glided safely
into the harbor. The minotaur tied up the boat, and they scrambled
to their feet at the end of a small commercial pier
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