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Hyrkan could not sleep tonight. The tales he heard just a few hours ago kept him awake... Sitting on the bow mast, he was watching the waves gently engulfing the dromon in a silk belt. The sun would rise soon. Almost every soul on board had departed for the land of dreams, with Orpheus guiding it. "Conrad would almost certainly make it for Constantinople hadn't we identically stumbled upon him the Emperor needs to know of what became of Julian. He has the right to know. And i cannot let Conrad find him by himself, he wouldn't ever be able to reach him through merchant vessels, for Smelgar was not in Constantinople." He himself had spotted the imperial trireme sailing the aegean waters just a week ago, guarded by the Byzantine navy's elite. Hyrkan knew he had to do this, for Conrad, and for the Byzantines. He walked across the deck, not bothering to be discreet, it was almost morning anyway, and called to the helmsman:
Helmsman, rudder hard to starboard, come to course 180!
Rudder hard to starboard, coming to course 180, aye, sir! and after a few moments Sir, steady on course 180, checking course 184, sir!
Very well! Morning sentry, keep an eye out for Byzantine flags, and pass the order onto the next guard. We should be nearing the Byzantine fleet by nightfall.
After putting everything in motion, he returned to his seat at the bow mast, waiting for his brother to wake up.
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