Spice and the Devil's Cave
Language: English
Pages: 322
ISBN: 1534920323
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"The setting is Lisbon, Portugal in the late 1490s, as Vasco de Gama, Bartholomew Diaz, and Ferdinand Magellan discuss their plans to find the elusive sea route around the Cape of Good Hope, which would enable Portugal to access the spice-rich countries of the Far East." --Wikipedia Notice: This Book is published by Historical Books Limited (www.publicdomain.org.uk) as a Public Domain Book, if you have any inquiries, requests or need any help you can just send an email to publications@publicdomain.org.uk This book is found as a public domain and free book based on various online catalogs, if you think there are any problems regard copyright issues please contact us immediately via DMCA@publicdomain.org.uk
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you know?” Ruth asked in an awe-struck whisper. “Who told you?” “Was he alive?” Abel was demanding, his face close to Nicolo’s. “Is Gama – alive?” “When he was seen-yes.” Then, as well as he could, Nicolo told of seeing the Venetian ambassador the night before, of Marco’s drunken outburst, and the boasts into which Scander had later trapped him. “Think of it! Seeing Gama!” Abel murmured rapturously. “Why it’s like looking into the future and knowing what’s going to happen, before it does
then, that Ruth was watching her. Elbows on table, and chin dropped on her clasped hands, she was following his account so intently that he had the impression of breathlessness. He waited a moment-did she wish to say something? Then, as she continued silently to gaze at him, he went on: “But Scander declares there is nothing to that – says everybody’s interested in maps just now.” Abel assented. “Likely as not the ambassador and this friend of his are collecting them, just as I’ve collected
it were, by surprise – that he had hardly thought beyond Cascaes. But, as Scander had hinted, who knew how long he might be gone? For the first time, the hazard, the actual danger of what he meant to do, confronted him. What if he never came back? Yes, he must see Nejmi! He must tell her, as he held her close, where he was going, and why. But wouldn’t that delay the start for Cascaes, and hinder Scander’s return to Lisbon? Irresolute and perplexed, he wavered. Then remembered that he hadn’t told
to get the Soldan of Egypt to help them put the plan through.” “That’s why the ambassador needed Master Abel’s maps,” Nicolo exclaimed. “You guessed that!” he smiled across to Nejmi. Scander grinned broadly. “That was the job the ambassador meant for you, Master Conti: to take these maps to Venice, so they could see where to build forts! Then he found out you were a friend of Master Abel’s and couldn’t be bribed.” “But Abdul kept telling Pedro that he was going to get me to bring him up here
that Master Diaz couldn’t be here today, and Covilham – and Paulo da Gama!” “Poor Vasco,” Ruth murmured. “He looked so sad in that black suit.” “Different enough from that gay velvet cloak he wore when he went away,” exclaimed Scander. “Why the man’s aged ten years!” “It was pitiful, the way he tried to smile when the people cheered him,” said Nicolo. “We caught a glimpse of him when he was walking up to the House of Mines between a count and a bishop – at least so people said they were! We