He shook his head. The mist seemed less than ever before on Venus. "No. Never goodbye."
"Isn't the ship leaving?"
"Leaving, all right. But not with me in it. This is home now."
She looked down at her sandalled feet, and one hand played with the dagger in her belt. "Methought you would be glad to regain Earth."
"Earth? Other people gained it long ago." He pulled her hand away from the dagger-hilt. "Stop fiddling with that stabbing-iron, there's no fighting to be done just now.
"You said I was yours," he told her furiously. "You said it just as if you'd won me in a game of some sort."
"And you brushed it aside without answering me. You had none of it."
"Hang it, Mara, a man decides those things! And I've been deciding them. You're the bravest creature I ever knew—the most graceful—the most honest. You did love me once. Have you stopped?"
"I have not stopped," she said. "But why have you waited to say these words?"
"I haven't had time, and I'm going to have little time for a while, what with organization and building and food-hunting and colonizing. But—"