That fact struck me as being as remarkable as that I had only known her for an hour. So intimate are the bonds of mutual adversity and danger that it seemed I had known her always, that that hour was indeed an eternity.
"Do you realize," I asked, turning toward her, "that neither of us knows the other's name?" And then I told her mine.
"Carson Napier!" she repeated. "That is a strange name."
"And what is yours?"
"Nalte voo jan kum Baltoo," she replied, which means Nalte, the daughter of Baltoo. "The people call me Voo Jan, but my friends call me Nalte."
"And what am I to call you?" I asked.
She looked at me in surprise. "Why, Nalte, of course."
"I am honored by being included among your friends."
"But are you not my best, my only friend now in all Amtor?"
I had to admit that her reasoning was sound, since as far as all the rest of Amtor was concerned we were the only two people on that cloud-girt planet, and we were certainly not enemies.