His head had ceased to ache and his limbs were free.

The physical difference made a mental difference yet greater.

Although there seemed to be absolutely no way out, he would find one.
The door was opened again, and Miguel, bearing the ship's lantern in one hand and a plate of food in the other, came in.

It was rough food such as was served on rough ships, but Robert sat up and looked at it hungrily.

Miguel grinned, and laughed until the gold hoops in his ears shook.
"You, Peter Smith," he said.