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“Come now, Clarey. You still don’t seem to realize you’re on Damorlan, not Earth. Not a blooded intelligence man yet! There aren’t any guilds on Damorlan, so enjoy yourself.”

“Speaking of that, did you find out about—er—Earthmen and—”

“Yes, I’d meant to drop you a note, but it seemed rather odd information for your aunt to be giving you. It’s absolutely all right, old chap. Go ahead, have your bit of fun.”

Clarey was unreasonably annoyed. “I wasn’t thinking of what you’re thinking. I mean—well, Katund is a village and the native morality is very strict in these matters.”

“Afraid I don’t quite follow you.”

Clarey bit his finger. “Well,” he finally admitted, “the truth of the matter is I’d like to get married.”

The colonel was extremely surprised. “A legal arrangement! Is it absolutely necessary? How about the females that the innkeeper’s so anxious to have you—ah—meet?”

Clarey didn’t know how to explain. “Their standards of cleanliness....” he began, and stopped. Then he started again: “I suppose I’d like a permanent companion.”