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She winked out of existence into overdrive. She headed toward Sirene IV, in quadrature, where missile rockets floated in orbit awaiting the coming of any enemy. The distance to be traveled was roughly one and a half light-hours some twelve astronomical units of ninety-three million miles each. The squad ship covered that distance in a negligible length of time.
In time she would be certain almost to hear something of the dead Padrone's close acquaintance with the dwellers in the Casa delle Sirene. She would question him, perhaps. She would suspect something. She would inquire. She would search. She would find out the hideous truth. It was this fear which made him argue on the same side as Artois. But in doing so he caught another fear from his own words.
In rapid succession, all the bubbles which were members of a non-existent fighting fleet winked out of existence about Sirene IV. There were a great many of them, and no trace of any remained. The last was long gone when a small salvage ship descended to the Huk home planet. A heavily accented voice talked it down. The salvage ship landed amid evidences of cordiality.
He saw the boy's arm swing as he tapped Tito behind with his switch, and the donkey's legs moving in a canter. "What is it, signorino? Has anything happened?" "No. But Gaspare, I'm going down to the sea." "To bathe?" "I may bathe. I'm not sure. It depends upon how I go." "You are going to the Casa delle Sirene?" Maurice nodded. "I didn't care to go off while you were away."
"You once lived in Sicily. You once lived in the Casa delle Sirene, beyond the old wall, beyond the inlet. You were there when we were in Sicily, when Gaspare was with us as our servant." Maddalena's lips parted. Her mouth began to gape. It was obvious that she was afraid. "You you knew Gaspare. You knew you knew my husband, the Signore of the Casa del Prete on Monte Amato. You knew him.
Yet doubtless the inhabitants of the Casa delle Sirene were sleeping quietly there while she wandered on the white road accompanied by her terror. She had stopped for a minute, and was just going to walk on, when she heard a sound that, though faint and distant, was sharp and imperative. It seemed to her to be a violent beating on wood, and it was followed by the calling of a voice. She waited.
Sometimes they went far out to sea, and then, like her father in the Ionian Sea before the Casa delle Sirene, Vere would swim away and imagine that this was her mode of travel, that she was journeying alone to some distant land, or that she had been taken by the sea forever.
"We could not leave him in the sea," she said, as she had said in the night. "No, no. You will only just have to say " "I will tell them what I know. He went down to bathe." "Yes. But the Pretore will want to know why he went to Salvatore's terreno." "I suppose he bathed from there. He knew the people in the Casa delle Sirene, I believe." She spoke indifferently.
Yet I was rejoiced when the sitting was over! Some days later, at L'Orient, I joined the Sirene frigate, Commander d'Oysonville, as midshipman, and started on an ocean voyage. This cruise was uneventful, except for a few little incidents such as always occur in a sailor's life.
He bought it at the fair of San Felice." Artois said no more. Slowly, for he was still very weak, and the heat was becoming fierce as the morning wore on, he walked up the steep path and came to the plateau before the Casa delle Sirene. A group of people stood there: the Pretore, the Cancelliere, the Maresciallo, Gaspare, and Salvatore.
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