"Some people know how to wheedle the best side of the tent for themselves!" she said bitterly. "What did you do to get that pretty tunic from her?"
"Not what you would be jealous to think about," retorted Yorgh. "Yet," he added to tease her.
"You look funny in that fur collar," snapped Vaneen. "Does it have a copper ring under the fur—with a place to fasten on the chain?"
"Ueln gave it to me," said Yorgh, deciding that it was time to smooth things over. "Listen—it may soon be time to get out of here. Do they lock you in at night?"
"No," said Vaneen. "They just told me what would happen to me if I went out on the streets at night, so I don't."
"Could you sneak out here tonight ... say about the time Kloto sets?"
Vaneen peered hopefully at his expression, and nodded.
"I have thought of a place to run to," said Yorgh. "It might work."
The girl's brown eyes filled with sudden tears.
"Yorgh, if this is one of your stories—"