"Ssssst! Asir!"
It was the girl Mara, Welkir's daughter. She had slipped out the back of the house and was peering at him around the corner. He arose quietly and went to her.
"What did Slubil do to you?" she whispered.
Asir gasped and caught her shoulders angrily. "Don't you know?"
"No! Stop! You're hurting me. Tokra wouldn't tell me. I made love to him, but he wouldn't tell."
He released her with an angry curse.
"You had to take it sometime," she hissed. "I knew if you waited you would be too weak from hanging to even run away."
He called her a foul name.
"Ingrate!" she snapped. "And I bought you a hüffen!"
"You what?"