text: Chevethna offered me another spicy grilled octopus that her hired hovens had made. "You poor thing. To think they're trying to make you marry Nrararn instead of Csirnis! Why, Nrararn can't be three-quarters of Csirnis' size, and he's much less impressive."
  
  "You think so? Csirnis doesn't seem like a very good husband. He's crazy."
  
  Chevethna flipped her wings back. "Crazy? I must admit I had not noticed! I had not studied him carefully. There is just one drake whom I inspect in any sort of detail anymore." She grinned at her mate. "Beside Arthane, even your golden prince is insipid and inferior."
  
  "Which is why Csirnis always wins when they have dominance contests," I pointed out. They've had two, both quite friendly. "No, he's honorable to a fault, and it is a fault, for him. He quit being crown prince of Chiriact over a point of honor. He might just as well quit being my mate and the father of our dragonets over a point of honor too."
  
  Arthane nuzzled Chevethna, and said, "I never asked the full story there." So I told them, and they tut-tutted.