Would you like to be my wife? We will ride through the skies together until the memory of memory fades, a glory and a terror to all who behold us.” “That’s very flattering,” I say delicately, “but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” “Fairly spoken!” She turns to Ragne. “Would you like to be my wife? We will ride through the skies togeth—” “I have a wife, probably,” Ragne yowls. “Would you like another?”
