"Aren't we Viziers or anything ?" "Couldn't risk it," he asserted solemnly.

"You might start a revolution--probably would.

No, you'll have to be beheaded, or bowstrung--or whatever the popular method of execution is." "You'd have to do it yourself, remember," grinned Jeff.

"No husky black slaves and mamelukes! And there'd be two of us and only one of you--eh, Van ?" Jeff's ideas and Terry's were so far apart that sometimes it was all I could do to keep the peace between them.

Jeff idealized women in the best Southern style.