Martin scratched his chin and looked at her. - Look, - he stated emphatically. - I'll give you half a dozen people, and all of them will be armed with spears. - He called a servant, briefly explained to him what to do, and sent for the sailors in the "Pandora". Muriel thanked Martin and sat down to wait for the fire. - Do you want to hold it? - I turned to her nurse, and before Muriel could answer, she turned the baby in her arms again. Woman laced shirt and fastened the gate dresses. Satiate baby sleepily looked at her from under his heavy hooded eyes, framed by long lashes dark bronze color. Muriel inhaled its pure milky smell. His warm body pressed to his knees pleasant weight, filling the emptiness in her soul.