"Write her."
"But how can I? I don't know the pretty phrases. In fact, I've never written a love letter in my life."
"I'll help you out with that, too. Here, we can start right now." Padway got out writing materials, and they were presently concocting a letter to the princess. "Let's see," said Padway reflectively, "we ought to tell her what her eyes are like."
"They're just like eyes, aren't they?"
"Of course, but in this business you compare them to the stars and things."
Urias thought. "They're about the color of a glacier I once saw in the Alps."
"No, that wouldn't do. It would imply that they were as cold as ice."
"They also remind you of a polished sword blade."
"Similar objection. How about the northern seas?"
"Hm-m-m. Yes, I think that would do, Martinus. Gray as the northern seas."