Chapter 139

Impervious to sea spray and wind, the solitary knight stood near the prow of the converted galley as it effortlessly sliced through the mild swell. Its perfectly designed narrow beam and shallow draft was ideal for a quick passage in the current sea state. The knight flinched and turned his head away as another errant wave sheeted over the bow and onto the deck, dampening the spirits of anyone unable to seek shelter. Familiar with the nuances of such a ship in the open ocean, it didn't impede the men aboard from doing their arduous work. Long sweeps dipped into the water with precise timing as oarsmen bent their backs and pulled tirelessly. Aided by sails suspended from two masts, the galley was making good time as it headed for the fishing village called Amstel in Guelders.18