"We'd better make tracks."
"No," she said, "we must run, and make no tracks."
"Okay, Sis," he said.
"Sis?"
"That means, sister."
"I am not your sister. I am your wife."
"What?"
"Yes. When a man protects a woman from harm, it is a sign to all that she is his chosen. Otherwise, why not let her die? You are a strange God."
"Listen, Sybtl," he said desperately, "I am not a God and you are not my wife. Let's get that straight."
"But...."