Three Senses In The Tinerin Camp

"They entered a crowd milling between faded rainbows of tent-cloth. Lamps overhead glared out the stars. Above the center pitch, a cylinder of colored panes rotated around the brightest light: red, yellow, green, blue, purple flickered feverish across the bodies and faces below. A hawker chanted of his wares, a barker of games of chance, a cook of the spiceballs whose frying filled every nostril around him."
-Poul Anderson, The Day Of Their Return IN Anderson, Captain Flandry: Defender Of The Terran Empire (Riverdale, NY, 2010), pp. 74-238 AT 10, p. 155.

Many colors;
multiple chants;
frying food.

Ivar feels at home in the camp - and is just about to be cast out by the tinerans. Like Dominic Flandry, he has a destiny - and it is not here.