His lips also curled with an expression of contempt.
They said nothing, but the captain surmised his soundless words.

They were insults.

It was the insult of the man of the superior hierarchy to his faithless servant; the pride of the noble official who accuses himself for having trusted in the loyalty of a simple merchant marine.
"Traitor!...

Traitor!" his insolent eyes and murmuring, voiceless lips seemed to be saying.
Ulysses became furious before this haughtiness, but his wrath was cold and self-contained on seeing the enemy deprived of defense.
He advanced toward the prisoner, like one of the many who were insulting him, shaking his fist at him.

His glance sustained that of the German and he spoke to him in Spanish with a dull voice.
"My son....