"You will remember me?"
"Yes, always."
"Thank you, Jim." She was weeping. I started to take her in my arms, but thought better of it. She dried her eyes. "I will remember you too. When I see Campbell and Omosla, I will have a dream of this hour, and how we didn't understand."
I was quick to make a correction. "You'll not be seeing Campbell. I'll have to take him back with me, you know."
"No, he will be here. It is our rule that he should stay."
"Why?"
"Because he has become the mate of our girl, Omosla."
I looked at her, not believing I had heard her words correctly. A fever swept my brain. In my own language I said harshly, "It's a lie! Campbell would never violate—"
"I do not understand your words," Vauna said softly.
Then in my broken Benzendella accents I asserted, calmly but decisively, "I don't believe what you say. I don't believe that Campbell has become the mate of Omosla."