"Rast night, Rord Narf and Sonig go to the city and Rord Narf, he hire four bad-rooking men with brasters, and Sonig hire four more that are his countrymen, and they bring these men back and now they are hiding in the woods. And they awrso bring back movie cameras with terescope renses. And Rord Narf raff and say he wirr marry Princess Ryra today before your dead body is even coor." "Oh?" Hunter said. He thought of the snoring Rockford and his words of two days before: _If you manage to live that long._ How, he wondered, could the lazy old drunkard have made such an accurate guess? "And then," Alonzo said, "Rord Narf wake up Princess Ryra--onry I know she wasn't asreep--and he terr her he ruv her and have awready made awr the arrangement for them to get married today, right after runch. And he terr her she is right about the Space Guard and she wirr have until runch to tawrk to you about it." There was the sound of Narf's door opening and closing and Alonzo said, "I go now--Rord Narf might guess that I are terring you things." A few minutes later Narf and Sonig came down the path toward Hunter. Both carried packsacks--the cameras, of course--and both carried long-range rifle blasters. "Good morning, lieutenant!" Narf was smiling and pseudogenial again. "About last night--sometimes a man has to be stern with his wife to impress her. Very foolish thing she did--might have been killed. I'm afraid I was so badly shaken with worry over her that I didn't even thank you for bringing her back." "A beautiful morning, lieutenant!" Sonig was smiling, coming as close to beaming as the nature of his face would permit. "Lord Narf is going to take me stag hunting this morning--I'll get some lessons from a master. Did you ever see his lordship's collection of heads? Amazing!" "But it seems a sportsman's collection is never quite complete," Narf said. He was still smiling but the hatred was burning like a fire in his eyes as he looked at Hunter. "There's one more head I must have--I intend to get it this morning." Narf and Sonig were gone when Lyla came out of her cabin, her face pale and drawn. Val came out of his cabin and the two spoke to each other in greeting. There was a silence, in which neither seemed to know what to say. Finally, awkwardly, Val said, "I heard about yesterday, Lyla. Why did you go into the tiger forest?" "Oh ... I was just walking, I guess, and didn't notice where." "You went there to die, didn't you?" "I ... when you have nothing left--" Then she lifted her head in a proud gesture and said, "Should it matter to you?" For a moment Val had the look of a man struck. Then it was gone and he said in an emotionless voice: "No. I was asking about something that is only your husband's business. I won't do it again." He turned away, back to his cabin. "Val--" She took a quick step after him, the proud air gone and her arms outstretched. "I didn't mean--" He turned back, his tone politely questioning. "Yes?"