"What would I say to him?" asked Beliakoff.
"To her," Nob corrected. "You can say, I suppose, the same sort of thing your friend said."
Beliakoff, ashy pale, started to back away. Kelly caught him in one meaty fist. "Okay, Mr. Fixer. Your duty is plain. Marry us out of trouble."
"But I've got a girl friend in Minsk—"
"She forgot you years ago. Stop squirming, buddy."
"What does she look like?" Beliakoff queried in apprehension.
"Very pretty," Nob said.
During the double-ring ceremony, Beliakoff peered at his bride with cautious approval. Lanvi was indeed a pretty girl and she seemed to possess the Malan virtues of obedience, patience and fire.
As soon as the final words were spoken, the war was declared officially over. Peace, an authentic Earth custom, was proclaimed.