"No! Stop! You're hurting me. Tokra wouldn't tell me. I made love to
him, but he wouldn't tell."
He released her with an angry curse.
"You _had_ to take it sometime," she hissed. "I knew if you waited you
would be too weak from hanging to even run away."
He called her a foul name.
"Ingrate!" she snapped. "And I bought you a hüffen!"
"You _what_?"
"Tokra gave me a ritual phrase and I bought you a hüffen with it. You
can't _walk_ to the hills, you know."
Asir burned with dull rage. "You slept with Tokra!" he snapped.
"You're jealous!" she tittered.
"How can I be jealous! I hate the sight of you!"
"Very well then, I'll keep the hüffen."
"_Do!_" he growled. "I won't need it, since I'm not going to the hills!"