Even as it was, Kara would not be pleased to fiddle to her dancing, since he already was jealous of Lambert.

But Chaldea knew how to manage this part of the business, risky though it was.

The hairy little ape with the musician's soul had no claim on her, unless she chose to give him that of a husband.

Then, indeed, things would be different, but the time had not come for marital slavery.
The schemer found Kara at the hour of sunset sitting at the door of the tent he occupied, drawing sweet tones from his violin.

This was the little man's way of conversing, for he rarely talked to human beings.