You!" he stuttered, springing back.
His legs trembled with a shudder of surprise.

A cold wave ran down his back.
"Ulysses!" sighed the woman, trying again to fold him in her arms.
"You!...

_You_!" again repeated the sailor in a dull voice.
It was Freya.
He did not know positively what mysterious force dictated his action.
It was perhaps the voice of his good counselor, accustomed to speak in his brain in critical instants, which now asserted itself....

He saw instantaneously a ship that was exploding and his son blown to pieces.
"Ah ...

_tal_" He raised his robust arm with his fist clenched like a mace.