Astern was a light poop, surrounded by a pavilion, and forward there was another.

At the bow there was a projecting platform, used chiefly in fighting the thannin, or sea-monsters, and also in war.

There were no masts or flags or gay streamers; no brilliant colors; all was intensely black, and the ornaments were of the same hue.
We were now treated with greater reverence than ever, for we were looked upon as the recipients of the highest honor that could fall to any of the Kosekin--namely, the envied dignity of a public death.

As we embarked the whole city lined the public ways, and watched us from the quays, from boats, and from other galleys.

Songs were sung by a chosen choir of paupers, and to the sound of this plaintive strain we moved out to sea.
"This will be a great journey for me," said the Kohen, as we left the port.