He watched it, fascinated. He saw fishes large and small unconsciously
touch the quivering tentacles, which on the instant twisted round them
and dragged them in to the rending beak below the hideous eyes. And then
he saw another similar monster come floating in on similar quest, and in
a moment they were locked in deadly fight--such a writhing and coiling
and straining and twisting of monstrous fleshy limbs, which swelled and
thrilled, and loosed and gripped, with venom past believing--such a
clamping to this rock and that--such tremendous efforts at dislodgment.
It was a nightmare. It sickened him. He turned and crawled feebly away,
anxious only now to get out of this awful place without falling foul of
any similar monsters among the rocks.
CHAPTER XXX
HOW NANCE WATCHED FROM AFAR
From the headland above Breniere, Nance had watched the boats go
plunging across to L'Etat.
Very early that morning she had sped across the Coupee and up the long
roads to the Seigneurie, but the Seigneur was away in Guernsey still,
busied on the vital matter of raising still more money for the mines in
which he was a firm believer, mortgaging his Seigneurie for the purpose,
assured in his own mind that all would be well in the end.
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