A group of girls and a gay young man came swimming up and importuned the King. He listened to them, and then signed for Nona and me to approach.
“Nemo,” he said. “They wish your Nona for the swimming and diving exhibitions.”
I did not know what he meant at once; but Nona seemed to understand.
“Nemo! Let me do it! Please!” Her eagerness was child-like.
And then abruptly Atar dashed up. He whispered to the King. Then he turned to me.
“Nemo, come!”
Nona was still begging me.
“Let her do it,” said Atar. “We will be back shortly.”
“You will stay near her?” I said to Caan. I could not leave Nona again uncared for.
Caan nodded; and Atar pulled me away.