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IDDERETICUS had pulled his blankets out into the cockpit of the yawl, where he intended to sleep. The sky was of lapis-lazuli; the moon made a misty pathway on the waters. Over the festooned lights of the Chiaja, beyond the glittering façade of Naples, the mountains rose vaguely violet, and melted into the trembling sky. Just before he went to sleep, Thornton remembered the moon's radiance on the Nile, and thought with a little smile of how he had given Fen into Maut's care. Maut seemed to be watching over him now, and her starry eyes were Cynthia's—