“You can’t think she’ll complete the ceremony, can you? You can’t be that big a fool.” “What ceremony? What are you talking about?” “You named her your wife three times that night in Ebou Dar,” she said slowly. “You really don’t know? A woman says three times that a man is her husband, and he says three times she’s his wife, and they’re married. There are blessings involved, usually, but it’s saying it in front of witnesses that makes it a marriage. You really didn’t know?”
