The dark man, p.4
The Dark Man, page 4
part #1 of Turlogh Dubh O'Brien Series
Turlogh shook his head. "Not so long as the race lasts."
The morning wind caught and filled his sail. Into the west he raced like a shadow fleeing the dawn. And so passed Turlogh Dubh O 'Brien from the sight of the priest Jerome, who stood watching shading his weary brow with his thin hand, until the boat was a tiny speck far out on the tossing wastes of the blue ocean.
THE END
Robert E. Howard, The Dark Man
