"Frère Sharques!
Frère Sharques!
Dormez-vous?
Dormez-vous?
Tuez les Entouives!
Tuez les Entouives!
Hrom, hrom, hrom!
Hrom, hrom, hrom!"
He stopped short, for he thought he heard an answering voice, sepulchral as the depths, intone the words: "Who sings of killing and of Entouives in the same song?"
"By the lingerie of Elberette!" cried Gamgès. "You who have spoken, speak again, though your voice fill me with terror. Who are you?"
"Who are you?" returned the voice.
"An unhappy prisoner from the Shiré," replied Gamgès. "My name is Samouard Gamgès, and I was first mate of the Pharazon."
"How long have you been here?"
"Since 28 Nénimôse 1815, in the calendar of the Shiré."
