ane's room, accompanied by two attendants bearing his
suitcase and other luggage.

"We should have brought along dress clothes, Mart. Why didn't you think
of that, too?"

"Nothing like this ever entered my mind. It is a good thing we brought
along ducks and white soft shirts. I must say that this is extremely
informal garb for a state wedding, but since the natives are ignorant of
our customs, it will not make any difference."

"That's right, too--we'll make 'em think it's the most formal kind of
dress. Dunark knows what's what, but he knows that full dress would be
unbearable here. We'd melt down in a minute. It's plenty hot enough as
it is, with only duck trousers and sport-shirts on. They'll look green
instead of white, but that's a small matter."

Dunark, as best man, entered the room some time later.

"Give us a look, Dunark," begged Seaton, "and see if we'll pass
inspection. I was never so rattled in my life."

They were clad in spotless white, from their duck oxfords to the white
ties encircling the open collars of their tennis shirts. The two tall
figures--Crane's slender, wiry, at perfect ease; Seaton's
broad-shouldered, powerful, prowling about with unconscious, feline
suppleness and grace--and the two handsome, high-bred, intellectual
faces, each wearing a look of eager happiness, fully justified Dunark's
answer.

"You sure will do!" he pronounced enthusiastically, and with Seaton's
own impulsive good will he shook hands and wished them an eternity of
happiness.

"When you have spoken with your brides," he continued, "I shall be
waiting to escort you into the chapel. Sitar told me to say that the
ladies are ready."

Dorothy and Margaret had been dressed in their bridal gowns by Sitar and
several other princesses, under the watchful eyes of the Karfedir
herself. Sitar placed the two girls side by side and drew off to survey
her work.

"You are the loveliest creatures in the whole world!" she cried.

They looked at each other's glittering gowns, then Margaret glanced at
Dorothy's face and a look of dismay overspread her own.

"Oh, Dottie!" she gasped. "Your lovely complexion! Isn't it terrible for
the boys to see us in this light?"

There was a peal of delighted laughter from Sitar and she spoke to one
of the servants, who drew dark curtains across the windows and pressed a
switch, flooding the room with brilliant white light.

"Dunark installed lamps like those of your ship for you," she expl