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Then he went tostand alone by the rail, gazing up at the heavens, lost in wonder atthe glory of the stars. Then he waved a sheaf of manuscript pages overhis head and they fell silent again. Once again he became remote and unapproachable. For the love of sweet Jesus havemercy, Sir Henry.

None of the passengers dismounted. He turned the page of the almanac on the desk in front ofhim. That first night they worked by the wavering light of pitch-soakedtorches until after midnight. You have done yourduty well.