“I hope that he never returns from the hunt,” said Tanar. “Why?” demanded the girl. “He is a good father. Why do you wish him harm?” “I wish him no harm,” replied Tanar, laughing. “I only wish that his daughter would continue to bring our food. She is far more agreeable and much better looking.” The girl flushed, but it was evident that she was pleased. “I wanted to come before,” she said, “but my father would not let me. I saw you when they brought you into the village and I have wanted to see you again. I never before saw a man who looked like you. You are different from the Amiocapians. Are all the men of Sari as good looking as you?” Tanar laughed. “I am afraid I have never given much thought to that subject,” he replied. “In Sari we judge our men by what they do and not by what they look like.” “But you must be a great hunter,” said the girl. “You look like a great hunter.” “How do great hunters look?” demanded Stellara with some asperity. “They look like this man,” replied the girl. “Do you know,” she continued, “I have dreamed about you many times.” “What is your name?” asked Tanar. “Letari,” replied the girl. “Letari,” repeated Tanar. “That is a pretty name. I hope, Letari, that you will bring our food to us often.” “I shall never bring it again,” she said, sadly. “And why?” demanded Tanar. “Because no one will bring it again,” she said. “And why is that? Are they going to starve us to death?” “No, the council of the chiefs has decided that you are both Korsars and that you must be destroyed.” “And when will that be?” asked Stellara. “As soon as the hunters return with food. We are going to have a great feast and dance, but I shall not enjoy it. I shall be very unhappy for I do not wish to see Tanar die.” “How are they going to destroy us?” asked the man. “Look,” said the girl, pointing through the open doorway. There, in the distance, the two prisoners saw men setting two stakes into the ground. “There were many who wanted to give you to the Buried People,” said Letari, “but Zural said that it has been so long since we have had a feast and a dance that he thought that we should celebrate the killing of two Korsars rather than let the Buried People have all the pleasure, and so they are going to tie you to those two stakes and pile dry wood and brush around you and burn you to death.” Stellara shuddered. “And my mother taught me that you were a kindly people,” she said. “Oh we do not mean to be unkind,” said Letari, “but the Korsars have been very cruel to us and Zural believes that the gods will take word to the Korsars that you were burned to death and that perhaps it will frighten them and keep them away from Amiocap.” Tanar arose to his feet and stood very straight and stiff. The horror of the situation almost overwhelmed him. He looked down at Stellara’s golden head and shuddered. “You cannot mean,” he said, “that the men of Amiocap intend to burn this girl alive?”