It had been right, it had been proper, it had been correctly. He turned and saw cho standing in the middle of the room, tears pouring down her face. The magician waved his hand above his head, as the wind blew his hair and beard back from his face, exposing his high forehead.
She did not arouse her husband at first, but sat up in bed listening. She had had experience with many kinds of creatures, and had long since lost the bravado of youth.