able order of Ancient Britons would have described it as a vastly modish war-curricle, in fact the Ancient British War Office sealed-pattern war-car.
Indeed it so appealed to its delighted inventor that she hung in doubt as to whether she should side with the Ancient ones and be Boadicea of the Iceni, or undo them in the part of the Centurion of the Tenth Legion, until she decided to play both rôles, seriatim.
"Look here, Hog-and-Magog, which is your Ancient British name, only I shall call you Hog for short, I am going to be Queen Bawdy Seer of the Eye-seen-eye first, and this is my chariot, and Amir has got to reckon himself three horses at once, as is usual in war-chariots. I . . ."
"I thought it was my chariot," interrupted the disappointed Vice.
"You're always thinking," rebuked his senior colleague. "You better thtoppit if we are to get on with things. Your chariot! And I suppose you'd like the Queen of the Eye-seen-eye to walk while you tool along in a chariot! Well
