"What 'she' is this?" inquired a new voice, pleasantly husky.
Glayne turned and saw Niala leaning in the entrance stage. "You know damned well whom we are talking about," he said ominously. "Why did you take away my dust?"
"Oh, is that all?" she laughed. It was a deliciously cool and tinkling laugh. Harbin foresaw an imminent explosion. Being a discreet warrior who longs to fight another day, he fled from the room.
But it never quite jelled. Glayne extended his arms to the laughing, green-eyed Niala. But she stood her ground.
"No," she teased. "Not when you have a beard like that."
Glayne swore and reached for his depilatory. He was going to set a new galactic speed record for shaving.