As soon as they had consumed it, they were told to lie down and sleep, as at one o'clock the galley would be again under way.
The knights' supper was served below, as lights on the poop might be made out, should a lookout be placed by the corsairs in their tops.
"We had better follow the example of the galley slaves," Gervaise said, rising as soon as the meal was finished, "and, with the exception of Spain, who is on watch, turn in to sleep till we are off again.

All of you will, of course, don your armour on rising." At the appointed hour the galley was again under way.

There was not a breath of air, and before starting, pieces of cloth were wrapped round the oars at the rowlocks to deaden the sound, which might otherwise have been heard at a considerable distance on so still a night.

After an hour and a half's rowing, the knight on the lookout said that he could see a light some distance ahead.

The pilot, an experienced old sailor, joined him, and speedily descended to the poop again.
"It is a ship's light," he said.