"Thine auguries seem to please thee," she pouted.
He put the back of her jeweled hand against his cheek.
"Nay, I but comfort thee at the sacrifice of mine own peace."
"A futile sacrifice."
"What!"
"A futile sacrifice!"
"Ah, Ta-meri, beseech the Goddess Ma to forget thy words!" he cried in mock horror. She tossed her head, and instantly he got upon his feet, catching up his coif as he did so.
"Come, bid me farewell," he said putting out his hand, "and one of double sweetness, for I doubt me much if Nechutes will permit a welcome when I return."
"Nechutes will not interfere in mine affairs," she said, as she rose.
"Nay, I shall know if that be true when I return," he declared.