The Siege of Malta
READING AGE 16+
The sun was setting over the broad waters of the Straits of Gibraltar, and its western rays adorned with brilliant colours and violet shades the serrated mass which has in its wild variety one of the most impressive effects of mountain scenery in the world, when a light galley, flying the scarlet sign of the Maltese Cross, and having cast anchor in Vilheyna’s harbour, but at some distance from the other shipping which it contained, dropped a small skiff, which pulled rapidly toward the quay.From the boat a single officer disembarked, and had directed it to return, even before he was approached by the warden of the quay with a courteous but yet somewhat peremptory challenge of whom he was, and what business had brought him there.It was a tone which may have owed something of its quality to the stranger’s appearance, his turban, and the looseness of the white garments he wore, giving him more the aspect of a Turk than a Christian man. But he answered with the assurance of one confident alike in himself and the business on which he came.
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CHAPTER XLI
In the first dimness of dawn, the Turks assaulted again, bringing fresh troops, and having resolved that the time had come when they could make an end against men who were wearied and few.
But, before then, Montserrat had been round the fort arousing all who were not too injured to stand and strive, with a word of new hope if……
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