"Then do so. Leil, no matter what we do, you and I, if we permit this outlandish thing to go on, it will mean unhappiness for both of us."
"No. Couldn't we go ... to Sol ... and live there?"
Guy shook his head. "You'd learn to hate me, Leil. In our hearts we'd always know that what we were doing was dead wrong."
Leilanane nodded pitifully. "There are times, though," she said earnestly, "when you do not seem like my brother."
"Forget it," said Guy. "There is nothing more certain in the world." Guy's sense of humor told him that he was right, all things considered.
"I suppose I will forget it soon enough. What will you do?"
"What I should have done years ago—go out and find me a mate."
"I'll hate her."
Guy laughed, and if it sounded forced, Leilanane did not notice. He turned her around to face him and shook her gently. "You're a silly little lovely," he told her. "Nothing is less like the intelligent girl I know you are. It's been my fault all along. Now you'll marry Thomakein and you'll love it."
"Think so?"