“All this time we knew nothing of our two passengers; nor until we were past the Land’s End did they come on deck.  But when they did, it was hand in hand and as lovers; the man a mere youngster, straight, and gentle in feature and dress, but she the loveliest lady your eyes ever looked upon.  One of our company, Will Tamblyn, knew her at once—­as who would not that had once seen her?—­and he cried out with an oath that she was Mistress d’Arfet, but newly married to a rich man a little to the north of Bristol.  Afterwards, when Master Gervase found that we knew so much, he made no difficulty to tell us more; as that the name of her lover was Robert Machin or Macham, a youth of good family, and that she it was who had hired the ship, being an heiress in her own right.

“We held southward after clearing the land; with intent, as I suppose, to make one of the Breton ports.  But about six leagues from the French coast a tempest overtook us from the north-east and drove us beyond Channel, and lasted with fury for twelve days, all of which time we ran before it, until on the fourteenth day we sighted land where never we looked to find any, and came to a large island, thickly wooded, with high mountains in the midst of it.

“Coasting this island we soon arrived off a pretty deep bay, lined with cedar-trees:  and here Master Machin had the boat lowered and bore his mistress to land:  for the voyage had crazed her, and plainly her time for this world was not long.  Six of us went with them in the boat, the rest staying by the ship, which was anchored not a mile from shore.  There we made for the poor lady a couch of cedar-boughs with a spare sail for awning, and her lover sat beside her for two nights and a day, holding of her hand and talking with her, and wiping her lips or holding the cup to them when she moaned in her thirst.  But at dawn of the second day she died.

“Then we, who slept on the beach at a little distance, being waked by his terrible cry, looked up and supposed he had called out for the loss of the ship.  Because the traitors on board of her, considering how that they had the lady’s wealth, had weighed or slipped anchor in the night (for certainly there was not wind enough to drag by), and now the ship was nowhere in sight.  But when we came to Master Machin he took no account of our news:  only he sat like a statue and stared at the sea, and then at his dead lady, and ‘Well,’ he said; ’is she gone?’ We knew not whether he meant the lady or the ship:  nor would he taste any food though we offered it, but turned his face away.

“So that evening we buried the body, and five days later we buried Master Machin beside her, with a wooden cross at their heads.  Then, not willing to perish on the island, we caught and killed four of the sheep which ran wild thereon, and having stored the boat with their flesh (and it was bitter to taste), and launched it, steered, as well as we could contrive, due east.  And so on the eleventh day we were cast on the coast near to Mogador:  but two had died on the way.  Here (for we were starving and could offer no fight) some Moors took us, and carrying us into the town, sold us into that slavery in which I have passed all my miserable life since.  What became of the Mary Radclyf I have never heard:  nor of the three who came ashore with me have I had tidings since the day we were sold.”