Sunday, 16 May, 1870

Our first meeting with She Who Must Be Obeyed was less than auspicious. She seemed to take an immediate dislike to Miss Sinclair, Mrs. Cuthbert, Miss Whitnell, and Miss Chigwidgeon. She was blatantly rude to Sir Cosmo, and even managed to insult the English Queen. Then it became apparent that she was quite taken with Lt. Wooster.
I can think of nothing she could have done to anger members of the League further than she did in those few moments of introductions. I could only conclude that such antagonism was deliberate.

We were then taken to guest quarters, which were quite luxurious. I would have been happier with significantly less elaborate accommodations, as they proved impossible to secure. Still, everyone was glad of a hot bath, an opportunity to change into clean clothes, and a meal.

Miss Whitnell, Mrs. Cuthbert, and Mr. Ramsay searched the missing Mr. Pryce's room, where they found his journal in a hidden compartment in his luggage. Later the League visited the temple library, which holds an impressive collection of ancient books.

Miss Chigwidgeon emerged from the bath chamber wearing the loosely draping blouse and brief skirt which seems to be the common dress of women in the city. The effect of the costume was remarkable. I have never seen Miss Sinclair move so quickly, taking her back into our apartments apparently intent on a change of costume. Before this could be accomplished, it was discovered that Edward was nowhere to be found.

Edward had decided to examine the pyramid's architecture after his bath, leading Miss Sinclair and Miss Chigwidgeon on an amusing chase.

She Who Must Be Obeyed summoned Sir Cosmo to discuss the diplomatic situation. As he was allowed only one bodyguard, he elected to take Mr. Caine, leaving Mr. Cuthbert in charge if anything happened to him, and myself to guard everyone's back.

There was a good deal of discussion, both overt and secretive, between members of the League and the Gordon party about various clues found in the library, in Mr. Pryce's journals, and in the visions and dreams many members had experienced.

Sir Cosmo and Mr. Caine returned from the audience with mixed news. The Gordon party is free to leave with Sir Cosmo's group at any time, but She is convinced that Mr. Pryce is no longer in the city of Kor, and that any further searching for him within the city is forbidden. We might be permitted to search the countryside surrounding the city. She Who Must Be Obeyed will decide in the morning.

Everyone except myself and Mr. Caine are asleep, now. I cannot find a single place where I can hear all of the party breathing, so I will need to move through the chambers periodically.

Tuesday, 18 May, 1870

I fell asleep at my post. The Mantra of Vital Energies has never failed to keep me aware of my surroundings while my body took rest. Until this morning. When the fog of enchantment lifted and I awoke, I knew immediately that something was wrong.

Wooster was missing, and Mr. Caine was deeply asleep, as if he had been drugged. I roused the others and we quickly determined that the Lieutenant was the only person missing.

Miss Sinclair and Owen determined that he had been taken away through a secret passage which opened in his bedchamber. We followed the trail, which led down to a tunnel and then back up into chambers in the middle of the pyramid. Behind a puzzle-locked and trapped door we found armed guards. They were very displeased to see us there, and did not seem impressed when Miss Gordon explained that one of our party was missing. While the others argued with the guards and a priestess, Sir Cosmo took me aside and asked me to hide myself nearby, he would take the party back to the guest chambers while I would proceed to search for the lieutenant.

The guards and priestess were quite happy that the party returned to their assigned quarters. I slipped past the guards and soon located Wooster – in the bedchamber of She Who Must Be Obeyed. I waited outside the room until She left, to consult with her guards, then snuck into the room and attempted to waken Wooster. It was extremely difficult, but eventually he roused, though he wasn't inclined to leave the room until I hinted that perhaps the woman in whose bed he had spent the night might have a jealous lover.

I was amazed at how quickly Wooster was able to dress himself. I found one of the long black cloaks which I had seen some of the temple workers wearing, and wrapped it around Wooster for the trip back.

Wooster barely stayed awake long enough for us to return to the others. Mrs. Cuthbert examined him, and declared that his life force had been diminished.

It was clear to everyone that none of us was safe in the city. Many clues indicated that Mr. Pryce had gone exploring some old tunnels which are named the Convoluted Tombs, in search of the so-called Pillar of Life and was likely being held prisoner beneath the city. Furthermore, nearly everyone in the party reported having a nightmare similar to some of the nightmare's Mr. Rupert Pryce had been reporting. Namely, about some undead creature or sorcerer living beneath the city, gathering an army of the undead with which to overrun the world.

If we had any hope of rescuing Mr. Andrew Pryce, we would have to descend into the Convoluted Tombs.

We backed as quickly as we could, and left the temple before dawn. We were delayed by guards at one point, but Mr. and Mrs. Pym intervened, reminding the guards that She Who Must Be Obeyed had decreed that the party could leave at any time.

It took almost an hour to walk from the center of the city to the entrance of the Convoluted Tombs. The entrance to the tombs is on the crater rim, opposite the gate through which we had entered the crater.

At the entrance to the tombs, Miss Whitnell, Mr. Ramsay, and Mrs. Cuthbert cast a blessing upon the party. Then we arranged ourselves in a long file, with a rope strung out between us. Mr. Cuthbert took the lead. I brought up the rear.

At each split in the tunnel, we took the right-hand option. Some of the passageways sloped downward steeply. There were many twists and turns. The lights which members of the party carried cast eerie shadows.

The oppressive and dizzying atmosphere of the tombs began to worry me. I felt dark forces gathering around us. I began reciting silently the Mantra of Five Letters, to ward off danger. The forces seemed to press in all the stronger. It became more difficult to see the others in front of me. I lost count of how many times I had recited the mantra. I began to imagine that some members of the party were letting go of the rope and wandering off into other passages. I became disoriented.

I recited the Mantra of the Swan of Knowledge, fearing that a vapor in the air was poisoning us. I became more confused, but as I my concentration moving through the parts of my body, I slowly became aware of the dark enchantment trying to control my perceptions. I could not see or hear the real world.

I fought the magic with the Mantra of the Fifteen Syllables of the First Goddess. Slowly I pushed it away and was able first to sense my own body and then the world around me.

I was completely alone in a dark tunnel. I was standing, and I realized that my body had continued to walk while I was insensible to the world.

I closed my eyes and concentrated all of my will and awareness into the sense of hearing. Far away I could hear the sounds of someone moving. I walked toward the sound. Soon I could hear a voice. Miss Chigwidgeon was talking. No, she was sobbing. I ran toward the sound.

I found her running blindly in the dark along a tunnel which crossed the passage I was in. I called out to her as she ran past. I followed. She told me to go away. I tried to reason with her, to explain that we were under the influence of evil magic.

She suddenly demanded to know if I thought she was stupid.

The question made no sense. I told her that I believed no such thing and asked her why she had been running. She asked me what the last five things I had said had been, and who I had said them to.

This question made even less sense than the first. I began reciting who I had last spoken with and what I had said.. Hesitantly she moved closer to me. Her manner indicated extreme fear. I didn't move, waiting for what she would do next.

She heaved a loud sob, said, "Then you don't hate me?" and then fell toward me. I caught her and she clung to me, crying.

Without thinking I said far more than I should have. She was crying and trembling uncontrollably and I couldn't stop myself from blurting out some of my feelings. I held her in the dark waiting for her tears to subside. Even when I reminded her that Sir Cosmo was in danger, she wouldn't let go of me.

I picked her up and carried her as I continued the search for the others. We found Miss Gordon, almost as distraught as Miss Chigwidgeon. Then we found Miss Whitnell and Owen. Soon we had collected Miss Sinclair, Lt. Wooster, Mrs. Cuthbert, Mr. Cuthbert, Edward, Dr. Sinnaig, Dr. Wilson, and Mr. Ramsay.

The enchantment had caused several members of the league to hallucinate the most nightmarish experiences. Clearly this was the work of a most powerful sorcerer or sorceress.

Mr. Ramsay had found Sir Cosmo's top coat. It's collar was stained with blood. The dirt on the floor of the tunnel showed the clear impression of a body being dragged from the spot. Something had captured Sir Cosmo.

We followed the trail. As we walked, we saw some segments of the stone walls moving. Opening new passageways and closing off others. The convoluted tombs was more than a maze. Grimly, we continued. Until the path ended at a rock wall. We were blocked off.

Edward had a pry bar and a hammer. We tried to move the stone block. I succeeded only in cracking the stone and breaking the pry bar. However, Mr. Cuthbert and Dr. Wilson thought we could use the broken end of the pry bar as a drill, plant an explosive charge, and blast the wall open. While Dr. Wilson set to converting one of his small rockets into an explosive charge, Mr. Cuthbert, Edward, and I pounded the spike.

The sound of our pounding guided Prof. Gordon and Mr. Rupert Pryce to our location.

The explosive worked, opening a passage we could all climb through. Owen soon picked up Sir Cosmo's trail. After following it for nearly an hour, the character of the passage changed from a crude tunnel to a smooth corridor. There were stairways and ornamental carvings.

Mrs. Cuthbert found a small crystal or glass ball on the floor. When she picked it up, it glowed with a strange light. I had never seen anything like it, and even Mr. Ramsay, who belongs to an order of occult specialists, was not familiar with the object.

Eventually we came to a gallery of statues. They were strange statues. Some of them were clearly meant to represent different races of men. Others seemed to be demons or gods. There was a four-armed creature holding two swords, and a strangely elongated man holding a large glass ball which seemed to be the same color and bear the same markings as the small orb Mrs. Cuthbert had found.

At the far end of the high-ceilinged gallery, wide stairs led down to another room. Owen ran ahead. And then stopped, abruptly, at the door with a yelp. We hurried forward only to find the next room contained eight walking corpses, dressed in ancient-looking armor, holding large, old, dust-encrusted shields, and long, curved bronze swords.
The eyes of each creature glowed with diabolical light. They raised their swords and marched forward in formation.

Dr. Wilson pointed to the gold and ruby chokers which each wore and called out that he found something like that when he killed "the evil, older me." He pulled it from his pocket and tossed it toward Miss Whitnell. He leapt back and shrieked in revulsion when she saw it.

Dr. Wilson, Lt. Wooster, and Mr. Cuthbert pulled their guns and stationed themselves in the doorway. They began firing.

The creatures spoke, though their words make no sense to me. The bullets and rockets seemed to do some damage to the fiends, but hardly slowed them down.

With a savage yell, Dr. Wilson ran forward, grabbed the shield of one of the creatures, and thrust the barrel of his rocket gun into the gaping jaws of its skull. Edward immediately slipped into the space vacated by Dr. Wilson in the doorway and began firing his own pistol at the creatures.

While all this shooting was going on, Miss Sinclair, Miss Chigwidgeon, and Miss Gordon had been gathering rocks and bottles of lamp oil. Miss Chigwidgeon, Mrs. Cuthbert, Mr. Ramsay, and Mr. Pryce, meanwhile, were chanting, trying to weave a protective spell.

I took a running start and leapt over Edward. I had a bottle of holy water which Mr. Ramsay had suggested might harm the creatures in one hand, and Edward's hammer in the other.

The bullets and rockets had taken a couple of the creatures down, but it was requiring a lot of our firepower to incapacitate them. Dr. Wilson was wounded, but had taken a shield from one of the creatures, and he had some sort of spray bottle in his hand which fired a jet of flame.

It took another minute of fighting to put down all eight of the creatures. By that time we had a large flaming pool of lamp oil blocking the exit at the far end of the chamber. But it was also clear that, even though we had blasted, shot, and hacked the creatures to pieces, those pieces still moved, and were attempting to reassemble themselves. Miss Sinclair and Miss Gordon were hastening around the room pounding the twitching bones with rocks.

Edward began collecting the gold chokers, and it was he who noticed that some of the bones stopped moving as each choker was taken into his hand. Miss Whitnell told Edward to take them out of his pockets, as his coat was "glowing with bad magic." Mr. Ramsay said that he had read of certain amulets which could animate a dead warrior such as these, and if a living person was carrying such an amulet and was subsequently wounded, he would be transformed into an undead creature, in thrall to the forces of darkness.

I suspect that Miss Whitnell would have wanted to smash the chokers to bits and then burn those bits if Edward hadn't wailed something about a college fund when she took them from him.

With some experimentation they discovered that if the rubies were pried loose and broken, the curse dissipated. Edward was allowed to keep the gold bands. We swept as many of the bones and fragments as we could into the flames, then proceeded down the next set of stairs.

We came to a pair of enormous bronze doors, nearly twenty feet tall and six feet wide, each. They were engraved with images of warriors in combat. The doors did not appear to be locked, but suddenly Miss Sinclair and Miss Whitnell were adamant that no one touch the door or try to open them until they had checked for traps. Miss Whitnell wanted to perform another of her rituals, which would take ten minutes, at least. Miss Sinclair could hear a distant rumbling, like a waterfall, but nothing else. I couldn't quite understand what trap might be more dangerous than the eight unliving fiends we had just conquered, and clearly Edward and Dr. Wilson felt the same way, but Miss Whitnell was quite insistent.

Fortunately, Mrs. Cuthbert pulled out her pocket mirror and said she would try to gaze to the other side to see if anything horrible was waiting behind the doors. I must remember to ask Sir Cosmo to have a word with them about this. If there had been some horrible fiend waiting on the other side of the door for us, our wasting minutes arguing about what might be on the other side would only increase the chances whatever it was could to set a trap for us.

Mrs. Cuthbert announced that the room contained twelve stone sarcophaguses. Nine were open. Another argument seemed to be about to begin on how best we could sneak up on the three fiends sleeping in the three unopened sarcophaguses.

Fortunately, Dr. Wilson grabbed one door and tried to open it. It was too heavy for him. Before I could get to the door to help, Edward had grabbed hold of one edge and helped him pry it open. Nothing jumped out at us.

Once inside the room, which was clearly the sleeping chamber of the creatures we had killed above, we split into three groups to open the remaining sarcophaguses. We needn't have bothered. They were as empty as the open ones.

The roaring sound was louder. A passageway continued out of the room and down and even longer flight of stairs. Down, down we went, until we came to an gigantic passage, wide enough for a legion to march through in full armor and weapons. The ceiling was even taller than the gallery of statues. The walls were carved with scenes of people doing various things. Miss Gordon and Mr. Ramsay said they looked Egyptian.

The trail of Sir Cosmo's dragged body went East. The waterfall sound seemed to come from the West. We followed Sir Cosmo's trail. As we walked, though the roaring sound behind us became fainter, a very similar roaring sound became audible ahead of his. Someone asked if there could be two waterfalls. Miss Whitnell suggested that there might be two pillars of fire, one the Pillar of Life, the other the Pillar of Death. Miss Sinclair muttered something about a chanting army.

Eventually, another pair of doors appeared before us, far larger than any we had seen before. Before we could even slow down, they began to open. Two enormous skeletons seemed to be pushing the doors open.

"We're expected," Miss Sinclair said.

The roaring sound became louder. Soon we could see that there was an army of corpses standing inside a huge temple or cathedral. When we reached the door, I knew we were doomed.

There were hundreds of walking corpses standing between us and a throne and altar. Above our heads were two galleries on each side of the room, which ran the full length of the edifice. More corpses and animate skeletons stood up there.

A whirlwind of stars or sparks spun in one corner of the chamber, making the roaring sound. On the other side of the throne from this thing, the bodies of Sir Cosmo and Mr. Andrew Pryce were suspending in the air, held up above enormous quartz crystals by an eerie light.

A skeletal creature, the size of an elephant, but with a skull like a griffin and horns like a rhinocerous, sat like a dog at the foot of the dais upon which the throne stood.

And on the throne sat a most frightening creature. It was a desiccated corpse, flesh hardened and turned a sickly, mottled green grey. The eyes glowed a greenish yellow color. The creature wore robes that were lavishly embroidered, while rings adorned each bony finger. He grasped a sceptre or staff which seemed to be carved from either a huge bone, or perhaps an gargantuan elephant tusk.

The creature gestured, and flaming letters appeared in the air, welcoming us and asking if we were ready to surrender.
Miss Whitnell, Mrs. Cuthbert, Mr. Ramsay, and Mr. Pryce began chanting while Miss Sinclair engaged the fiend in conversation (occasionally aided my Mr. Cuthbert, Dr. Wilson, and Dr. Sinnaig).

I was scanning the walls of the room, looking for a way to collapse the roof, or at least the galleries, onto the army.

The fiend was even more arrogant than She Who Must Be Obeyed. He offered to give us a fighting chance. Our selected champion in single combat with the skeletal rhinoceros-thing.

As Miss Sinclair bantered with the thing, Edward sidled away behind the columns that supported the gallery, and began creeping toward the far end of the chamber. I caught Miss Sinclair's eye, and she gave me an slight nod. I followed Edward.

The negotiation continued for some time, Miss Sinclair doing her best to buy our sorceresses time to do whatever they were going to do. The creature tried to foil their plan, somehow. I don't quite know how he did it. Miss Whitnell said later it was like he snatched the energy they had been gathering from them as a bully might take a toy from a small child. Miss Whitnell wrestled the energy back, and poured it into the orb Mrs. Cuthbert had found earlier.

Light, more blinding than the sun, poured from the orb. Most of the corpses and skeletons in the chamber crumbled to dust. And even the dust, as it fell to the ground, seemed to crumble into something infinitely finer. A warm wind buffeted us as the army of corpses simply ceased to be. The evil sorcerer was screaming angrily by this time, brandishing his staff.

Edward and I ran the rest of the way to Sir Cosmo. Edward tried to do something to the magical light with a long piece of wire. I tried to reach in and grab Sir. Cosmo. The light, though it clearly looked like nothing more than a beam of purple light, felt as solid and hard as steel, and as cold as ice. Mr. Pryce and Sir Cosmo both looked very unwell.

Sir Cosmo's eyes flickered open. He croaked out some instructions to Edward. He told Edward to burn the books, then seemed to look directly at an open doorway behind the throne. As soon as Edward scampered off, Sir Cosmo sagged, as if the last of his life had gone out of him.

A strange spherical shadow had surrounded the sorcerer, his throne, and some of his creatures when the other light had destroyed the army. Now one of Dr. Wilson's rockets and at least two bullets seemed to be stopped in mid-air by an invisible barrier at the same location. I pulled my katars from inside my boots and began pounding on the invisible barrier. Though I could see nothing in my way, it felt as if I were striking something with the density and hardness of brick. I felt bits of it give way, and saw sparks strike off it with each blow, as if I were chipping pieces off of a solid barrier.

Meanwhile, the others were rushing across the room. The skeletal beast ran toward them to intercept. Miss Chigwidgeon punched the beast as if it were an unruly dog, and the creature turned from her and even seemed to stumble, as if stunned. Dr. Wilson leapt onto the back of the beast, and began pounding on the back of its skull. Mr. Cuthbert cut across the beast's path, waving his arms and shouting. The creature followed him. Sometime during this the tone or pitch of the roaring changed. Mr. Cuthbert led the beast straight back to the invisible barrier, on the opposite side of where I was pounding.

The sorcerer finished chanting, and doors opened on the north wall revealing even more skeletons that swarmed out.

Miss Chigwidgeon was assaulting the quartz crystals under Sir Cosmo and Mr. Pryce with one of the bronze swords.

Mr. Cuthbert dove out of the creature's path at the last minute, and only moments after Dr. Wilson had jumped off. The creature crashed into the barrier. And then his skull exploded. Dr. Wilson must have planted an explosive charge right inside the undead thing's skull.

The barrier collapsed in front of me.

I leapt up onto the throne, then fell upon the sorcerer, chopping as much of is body as I could. He flung me away as if I were a fly. I struck the stone wall thirty feet away hard enough to break several ribs.

I wasn't conscious for the next several minutes. After flinging me away, the sorcerer noticed the smoke pouring out of his personal library, and that seemed to upset him even more than the distruction of his army. Edward was gleefully taunting the thing as he smashed clay tablets and set more scrolls afire.

Miss Sinclair and Miss Gordon hurled bottles of lamp oil at the sorcerer, which smashed and drenched him. Mr. Cuthbert, wounded at the foot of the dais, kept firing bullets into the fiend. Dr. Wilson, meanwhile, had pulled a signal-flare rocket from one of the pockets of his coat, and fired it at the sorcerer. The flames, the bullets, all the other damage seemed, finally to destroy the sorcerer, though Miss Sinclair thought that the creature's jaw was still moving as his smoldering skull bounced across the floor, so she chased after it and began kicking it.

Meanwhile, the skeletons were falling upon the party, and everyone was fighting for their lives.

Lochsley arrived, looking as if he had been through a worse fight that we were in already, and leading a force made up of his own marines and a goodly number of French soldiers. Mr. Pym and Mr. Caine also arrived at this time, accompanied by guards for Kor.

The tide of battle was turning in our favor once more. Until Mrs. Cuthbert picked up the sorcerer's staff.

She was almost instantly possessed by the fiend, and she attacked. Mr. Ramsay, knocking him unconscious. She began chanting and brandishing the staff. It was about this time that Dr. Sinnaig woke me, having bandaged my most obvious wounds. Several others were in obvious need of the doctor's help, and he hurried off to their sides. I began crawling toward Miss Chigwidgeon. I tried to pull myself to my feet but Miss Chigwidgeon stopped me, and made me lie down on the floor.

Miss Sinclair tackled Mrs. Cuthbert, and the two of them fell into the Pillar of Life.

It took several more minutes for the troops to finish off the skeletons. During this time Miss Whitnell and Mr. Pryce had been chanting to try to dispell the force that imprisoned Sir Cosmo and Mr. Andrew Pryce. Their incantation worked, and finally Dr. Sinnaig and Miss Whitnell could administer first aid to the two captives.

Edward, meanwhile, had tied a rope to the throne, and the other end around his waist, and he leapt into the Pillar of Life, intent on rescuing Miss Sinclair and Mrs. Cuthbert.

Miss Whitnell tried another incantation, the same one she had used a few days before to call Mrs. Cuthbert's soul back from the celestial reaches. Two sparks came out of the Pillar and flew to Sir Cosmo and Mr. Andrew Pryce's bodies.

Sir Cosmo regained consciousness and asked Miss Chigwidgeon if she was unharmed. Miss Chigwidgeon was so overcome with joy at his awakening, that she embraced him in a fierce hug.

She Who Must Be Obeyed had come with her guards, and was giving advice to Lt. Lochsley, Mr. Caine, and Mr. Cuthbert as they pulled the rope in, helping Edward and the others return. Then she moved among the wounded, healing them. I wasn't certain I wanted her that close to me, but when she laid her hand on my chest, I could feel the bones knitting and I must admit that the relief from the worst of the pain was very nice.

Mrs. Cuthbert, Miss Sinclair, and Edward came out of the Pillar with all evidence of their previous wounds erased. In fact, they practicaally glowed with good health.

The Pillar is apparently both a mystical power source and a gateway to the higher planes. The sorcerer, whose name in life had been Igrazel, had been tapping its powers for centuries. He had captured Mr. Andrew Pryce over a month ago, and quickly determined that a man with as much knowledge of the occult as he had would be a valuable addition to his army. He had been trying to wear down his resistance ever since. Sir Cosmo also struck him as a valuable resource. It seems that during Mr. Cuthbert's nightmare earlier in the maze, he had been offered a chance to join the unholy army, as well.

During his long captivity, Mr. Pryce has slowly been gathering tidbits of information from Igrazel's mind. He determined that if control of the Pillar could be wrested from Igrazel, he might be defeated. When Sir Cosmo was captured, a mystical communication between he and Mr. Pryce became possible, and Sir Cosmo joined him in trying to control the Pillar. They succeeded enough to turn things in our favor.

There was a great deal of catching up that everyone had to do, and it was a bit confusing. I did gather that, while Lochsley was following his instructions to prevent the French from following us up the mountain, a legion of the walking dead had attacked, and Lochsley decided that siding with the French was preferable to dying at the hands of the undead. The officer in charge of the French party he had been harassing asked him to take command of the combined force and hurry into the mountain, because the source of the evil was here and we were all soon to be in danger.

The officer is Admiral LeCoq himself, who Mr. Caine tells me is the Supreme Commander of the Imperial French Armed Forces. His spirit does not appear to be mortal, his facial features are not quite natural, yet he is strangely handsome and compelling to speak with. Miss Whitnell assures me that he is not a demon, but is half-Fay or half-Elf. Mr. Ramsay says that the Fay can be worse than demons.

In any case, he made an official apology on behalf of Emperor Napoleon III for the actions of the commander of Le Majeste. He, Sir Cosmo, and She Who Must Be Obeyed eventually worked out a kind of treaty or agreement, whereby some form of official diplomatic relations will be opened with Kor. For the time being, Mr. Pym will serve as Ambassador from England.

After all the wounds had been tended, a meal had been eaten, and the agreements worked out, we returned, at last, to the Griffin.

Le Victoire has just vanished over the horizon. Sir Cosmo and Captain Rodgers have announced that we shall attempt to raise the Dutch under sea boat before we leave the vicinity of St. Damien Island. Then we make for the port of Praia on the island of Sao Tiago, where will stock up on coal before steaming back to England at full speed.

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