With that, Narf started on toward his cabin. Sonig, close behind him, paused long enough to bow to Lyla and say with the meaningless smile, "Good afternoon, Princess Lyla. Your husband was just demonstrating his marvelous skill with weapons. I would very much dislike"--the little eyes darted to Hunter and back again--"being the man who aroused his lordship's wrath." Then Sonig followed Narf, with one last flickering glance at Hunter to see how the remark had fallen. Rockford came out of the cabin with his brief case and said to Val, "Are we ready to go?" "I just told Val"--Lyla spoke quickly--"that I would be glad to go along and help any way I can." The words were addressed to Rockford but her eyes were on Val, with the same wistful expression. "Do you want me to?" Val answered her with cool, formal courtesy: "The librarian can find all the records we will need, Princess Lyla, without our interrupting your schedule for the day or your discussion with your husband. Thank you very much." For an instant Lyla's face had the hurt expression of a child rebuffed without reason. Then she looked away and Val turned to Rockford and said, "I'm ready when you are, sir." Lyla watched them walk away and she was still watching when the helicopter had lifted into the air and faded from sight. Hunter hesitated, then spoke to her: "I understand you want to talk more about the Space Guard, Princess Lyla?" "_Princess_ Lyla!" Her lips curled as she turned to face him and she seemed to spit the words at him in sudden, unexpected resentment. "I love the meaningless sound of my official figurehead title! It's so much better than being regarded as a living person with feelings that can be hurt!" "But Princ ... I mean--" He floundered, not quite sure what had caused her reaction. She made a visible effort to compose herself. "I'm sorry," she said. "I suppose my ... husband ... is quite right; an immature female has no business trying to rule a world and the sooner the marriage is confirmed, the sooner a competent man can take over the job." "No," he said. "I think--" He decided that what he thought had better be left unsaid. "I'll"--she looked toward the cabin she shared with Narf--"let you know when we can talk." She went back toward the cabin, walking slowly. From inside Narf's half of it came the sound of Narf's voice as he spoke to Sonig: "... Of course, this collection of heads is nothing compared with what I have in the Sea Islands ... but some interesting stories here ... take that snow fox there...." Hunter sighed, and saw that Lyla had stopped before her door, as though dreading to enter. Narf's voice droned on: "... Only wounded, so I finished it with a knife. Even with its heart half cut out, it still wanted to live ... beautiful pelt ... coat for Janalee, the strip-tease queen ... always had a way with women--Lyla could tell you that ... had my pick of hundreds but I'm letting her be my choice...."