"Two," I replied, "you and Duare."
"That is not very many when you consider how many jongs there must be in Amtor and how many daughters they must have. My father has seven."
"Are they all as lovely as you?" I asked.
"Do you think me lovely?"
"You know you are."
"But I like to hear people say so. I like to hear you say it," she added softly.
The roars of hunting beasts came up to us from the dim forest aisles, the screams of stricken prey; then the silence of the night broken only by the murmuring of the river rolling down to some unknown sea.
I was considering a tactful reply to Nalte's ingenuous observation when I dozed and fell asleep.
I felt some one shaking me by the shoulder. I opened my eyes to look up into Nalte's. "Are you going to sleep all day?" she demanded.