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I had to explain to him that Hermann Reuch's Land was the antarctic continent of Fenris, and hasn't any other coast. "I'd say we're a good deal west of Sancerre Bay," Cesário Vieira hazarded. "We can't be east of it, the way we got blown west. I think we must be at least five hundred miles east of it." "Don't fool yourself, Cesário," Joe Kivelson told him.
When the maiden's heart was fairly won, the parents at length interfered, and the lovers found the old adage verified, that "the course of true love never did run smooth." Vieira was ignominiously turned out of doors, and the fair Ignez was shut up in the convent of St. Anna, and compelled to take the veil.
The man who had been praying had started again, and nobody seemed to care whether he wasted oxygen or not. It was a Theosophist prayer to the Spirit Guides, and I remembered that Cesário Vieira was a Theosophist. Well, maybe there really were Spirit Guides. If there were, we'd all be finding out before long. I found that I didn't care one hoot which way, and I set that down to oxygen deficiency.
Vieira derives 'Tenerf' or'Chenerf' from the last king; and old MSS. have 'Chenerife. The popular voice says it is composed of 'Tener, mountain or snow, and of 'ryfe, snow or mountain. The same occurs in the Eev. Mr. But the scientific object that it includes under the same name several different races. Glas, who knew something of Shilha, or Western Berber, made the same observation.
Conquering must not be named in the same breath as 'bread-winning. There, too, is the scutheon of Tenerife, given to it in 1510; Michael the Archangel, a favourite with the invader, stands unroasted upon the fire-vomiting Nivarian peak, and this grand vision of the guarded mount gave rise to satiric lines by Vieira:
He was to have left Lisbon at dawn equipped with a passport countersigned by yourself, my dear adjutant." "What's that?" "A passport for Major Vieira of the Portuguese Cacadores. Do you remember it?" "Major Vieira!" Sir Terence frowned thoughtfully. Suddenly he recollected. "But that was countersigned by me at the request of Count Samoval, who represented himself a personal friend of the major's."
He was courteous enough not to add: "And don't shoot any of the crew." The boat came in and passed out the lines of its harpoons, and Murell and I took the places of Cesário Vieira and the other man. We went up to the nose, and Murell took his place at the controls, and I got back of the 7-mm machine gun and made sure that there were plenty of extra belts of ammo.
"We're getting a pickup," I told him. "Vehicle from the Times." I thought it would save arguments if I didn't mention who was bringing it. Before we left the lighted elevator car, we took a quick nose count. Besides the Kivelsons, there were five Javelin men Ramón Llewellyn, Abdullah Monnahan, Abe Clifford, Cesário Vieira, and a whitebeard named Piet Dumont.
Cesário Vieira had found a small portable radio that wasn't in too bad condition, and had it apart. I thought he was doing about the most effective work of anybody, and waded over the pile of engine parts to see what he was doing. It wasn't much of a radio. A hundred miles was the absolute limit of its range, at least for sending. "Is this all we have?" I asked, looking at it.
It was Cesário Vieira, another Javelin man; he's engaged to Linda Kivelson, Joe's daughter and Tom's sister, the one going to school on Terra. Then we had reached Tom and Joe Kivelson. Oscar grabbed Joe by the arm. "Come on, Joe; let's get moving," he said. "Hallstock's Gestapo are on the way. They have orders to get you dead or alive." "Like blazes!" Joe told him.
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