“Why?”
“Because in all Sari none can outdistance me.”
“Sari—is that the name of your country?”
“Yes.”
“What is it like?”
“It is a high plateau among the mountains. It is a very lovely country, with leaping rivers and great trees. It is filled with game. We hunt the great ryth there and the tarag for meat and for sport and there are countless lesser animals that give us food and clothing.”
“Have you no enemies? You are not a warlike people as are the Korsars.”
“We defeated the warlike Korsars,” he reminded her.
“I would not speak of that too often,” she said. “The tempers of the Korsars are short and they love to kill.”
“Why do you not kill me then?” he demanded. “You have a knife and a pistol in your sash, like the others.”