“I am sorry about that Ehlana but alas my wife has forbidden me to take beautiful women out to dinner.” Tarkin knew immediately he had said the wrong thing and grimaced.
“Wife? Wife. Do ye hear that sound? That be the sound of me broken heart crashing into the Mairi Sea. Right into the very heart of the harbor, in the mud, that will be where ye be finding me heart. The crabs be already eating on it. Why or why have all the good ones be taken? I think ye be the only man that could sway me from me wicked ways!”
“Ehlana . . . I have yet to meet a man up to that task. But trust me, by Machay; I pray every day that I will find him. And, when I do I will introduce the two of you and plan your wedding. In fact, I’ll be giving you away,” Tarkin answered as the two drifted off the subject, abandoning the officer's plan of attack.
“Oh, how sweet ye be praying for me. I do be declaring ye be truly a darling. But mayhaps, I should be finding the right man for meself? But ye can help me! Why not be giving me a list of ye men - just the singles ones mind ye – I ain’t that kind of a lady.”
“Ehlana!” The commander counted to ten and then counted again. “Let me see about that. I’ll give it some thought. Maybe I should beseech the royal family for a prince. This will only be a formality, I am sure they will jump at the chance to see one of the princes or nobles thrown to you, a nymph.”
"A nymph? Me? That be terribly unkind of ye," the long-haired woman replied as she swung her shapely legs back and forth, and smiled mischievously.