66 THE OPPERoM A NNS prejudices, to make the truth clear to him. It was such a simple truth, too. She did her very best to rescue him, Whenever Berthold saw that plain girl with her high-strung manner, he got annoyed. But in spite of that, he was always looking for fresh opportunities to quarrel with her. It was true that she was weak in logic; but her aims harrnonized with her, she was a personality, she was sound. To Ruth Oppermann, Arminius's procedure was the only possible one. He did what a few centuries before the Macca- bees had done, he rose against the oppressors and drove them out of the country. What else could one do with oppressors? As she stood there, the great eyes flashing in her olive-tan face, her hair a bit dishevelled, as usual, Berthold was re- minded of the Germanie wornen who went into battle with their husbands, to defend their wagon-camp. They were fair- haired, those German wornen, of course, their skin was white, their eyes were blue. But their hair, too, must have been di.. shevelled, their eyes big and wild, their whole expression probably identical. His cousin Ruth was right, U ncle Joachim was right. He hirnself, Berthold, admired Arminius. The only confusing thing was that, unfortunately, Uncle Jaques, too, was right, that, in the end, nothing whatever had corne of the victory of Arrninius. 11 I n any case the enemy, Senior Master Vogelsang, behaved himself, in the weeks that preceded Berthold's lecture, in a perfectly unexceptionable manner. Bernd Vogelsang did not want to be in too much of a hurry about anything. The Queen Louise School was dangerous ground, it was necessary to ad-