Raleigh caught sight of the withered arm.
"Tell me of your life, Jasper.

How came you by such a mauling?
Let the tale of it be like David's harping and scatter my demons." The seaman sat himself in a chair.

"That was my purpose, Sir Walter.

For the tale is in some manner a commentary on your late words." "Nay, I want no moral.

Let me do the moralising.