CHAPTER VIII

GETTING ACQUAINTED While his mate knelt among the strangers, Alaric stood stiffly, anger and bitterness in his heart. It was not that he minded being left there, tall and conspicuous, holding his sleeping son in his arms. No. What hurt him was the feeling that the hated religion which had made it impossible for him to remain in England and which had nearly cost Eleuthera her life, was here in this remote island, waiting for him and for her. The gods he had fondly believed were dead had received Eleuthera into bonda…