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heads. Cap’s party could sail on the dawn tide.
For a while Keilin sat and listened to the talk in the Silver Anchor. Cap held court with several of the town’s prominent citizens and some of the senior captains. “You’ve a very defendable site, but you need some kind of warning system. Say a watchtower on that cliff promontory. With pigeons, or a mirror signalling system.” Beywulf, sitting picking at a platter of pickled mussels, scallops and sea violets, saw the doubts in the minds of non-military men.
“It’d have great commercial possibilities too,” Bey commented amiably. This pricked their interest far more than Cap’s