"O Urim," he said, "my friends and I would like to look about Sephar. Also, if you will have someone show us the quarters we are to use during our visit...."
"Of course," Urim agreed heartily. "The captain of my own guards shall act as your guide."
Vulcar was sent for. When he arrived, Urim bade him heed every wish the three guests might express.
As they passed from the palace into the street beyond, Tamar said softly:
"Whatever possessed you, Jotan, to say such things where others could hear you? A noble of Ammad, raving about some half-clad barbarian girl! What must they think of you!"
Jotan was mid-way between laughter and anger. Tamar's reaction had been so typical, however, that he checked an angry retort. Tamar was so completely the snob, so entirely conscious of class distinction, that his present attitude was not surprising.
"It might be interesting," he admitted.
Tamar was puzzled. "What might?"
"To know what they think."
Tamar sniffed audibly, and moved away to join Javan.