said. "Just seems like these folks know all about me." He scratched behind his right ear. "Annie must o' called 'em up and told 'em our names an' all." He lowered his voice.
"They's some kind o' trouble in the air, though. Some o' the remarks they passed sounds like they're lookin' to have some trouble with the Sweaties. Don't seen to worry 'em none, though."
"Chip," Retief said, "how much do these people know about the Soetti?"
"Dunno," Chip said. "We useta touch down here, regler. But I always jist set in my galley and worked on ship models or somethin'. I hear the Sweaties been nosin' around here some, though."
Two girls came up to Chip. "Hey, I gotta go now, mister," he said. "These gals got a idea I oughta take a hand in the kitchen."
"Smart girls," Retief said. He turned as Anne-Marie came up.
"Bo Bergman and Tove are not back yet," she said. "They stayed to ski after moonrise."
"That moon is something," Retief said. "Almost like daylight."
"They will come soon, now. Shall we go out to see the moonlight on the snow?"
Outside, long black shadows fell like ink on silver. The top of the cloud layer below glared white under the immense moon.
"Our sister world, Gota," Anne-Marie said. "Nearly as big as Svea. I would like to visit it someday, although they say it's all stone and ice."
"Anne-Marie," Retief said, "how many people live on Jorgensen's Worlds?"
"About fifteen million, most of us here on Svea. There are mining camps and ice-fisheries on Gota. No one lives on Vasa and Skone, but there are always a few hunters there."
"Have you ever fought a war?"
Anne-Marie turned to look at Retief.
"You are afraid for us, Retief," she said. "The Soetti will attack our worlds, and we will fight them. We have fought before. These planets were not friendly ones."
"I thought the Soetti attack would be a surprise to you," Retief said. "Have you made any preparation for it?"
"We have ten thousand merchant ships. When the enemy comes, we will meet them."
Retief frowned. "Are there any guns on this planet? Any missiles?"
Anne-Marie shook her head. "Bo Bergman and Tove have a plan of deployment—"
"Deployment, hell! Against a modern assault force you need modern armament."
"Look!" Anne-Marie touched Relief's arm. "They're coming now."
Two tall grizzled men came up the slope, skis over their shoulders. Anne-Marie went forward to meet them, Retief at her side.
The two came up, embraced the girl, shook hands with Retief, put down their skis.
"Welcome to Svea," Tove said. "Let's find a warm corner where we can talk."
* * *
Retief shook his head, smiling, as a tall girl with coppery hair offered a vast slab of venison.
"I've caught up," he said, "for every hungry day I ever lived."
Bo Bergman poured Retief's beer mug full.
"Our captains are the best in space," he said. "Our population is concentrated in half a hundred small cities all across the planet. We know where the Soetti must strike us. We will ram their major vessels with unmanned ships. On the ground, we will hunt them down with small-arms."
"An assembly line turning out penetration missiles would have been more to the point."
"Yes," Bo Bergman said. "If we had known."
"How long have you known the Soetti were planning to hit you?"
Tove raised his eyebrows.
"Since this afternoon," he said.
"How did you find out about it? That information is supposed in some quarters to be a well-guarded secret."
"Secret?" Tove said.
Chip pulled at Retief's arm.
"Mister," he said in Retief's ear. "Come here a minute."
Retief looked at Anne-Marie, across at Tove and Bo Bergman. He rubbed the side of his face with his hand.
"Excuse me," he said. He followed Chip to one side of the room.
"Listen!" Chip said. "Maybe I'm goin' bats, but I'll swear there's somethin' funny here. I'm back there mixin' a sauce knowed only to me and the devil and I be dog if them gals don't pass me ever dang spice I need, without me sayin' a word. Come to put my souffle in the oven—she's
"They's some kind o' trouble in the air, though. Some o' the remarks they passed sounds like they're lookin' to have some trouble with the Sweaties. Don't seen to worry 'em none, though."
"Chip," Retief said, "how much do these people know about the Soetti?"
"Dunno," Chip said. "We useta touch down here, regler. But I always jist set in my galley and worked on ship models or somethin'. I hear the Sweaties been nosin' around here some, though."
Two girls came up to Chip. "Hey, I gotta go now, mister," he said. "These gals got a idea I oughta take a hand in the kitchen."
"Smart girls," Retief said. He turned as Anne-Marie came up.
"Bo Bergman and Tove are not back yet," she said. "They stayed to ski after moonrise."
"That moon is something," Retief said. "Almost like daylight."
"They will come soon, now. Shall we go out to see the moonlight on the snow?"
Outside, long black shadows fell like ink on silver. The top of the cloud layer below glared white under the immense moon.
"Our sister world, Gota," Anne-Marie said. "Nearly as big as Svea. I would like to visit it someday, although they say it's all stone and ice."
"Anne-Marie," Retief said, "how many people live on Jorgensen's Worlds?"
"About fifteen million, most of us here on Svea. There are mining camps and ice-fisheries on Gota. No one lives on Vasa and Skone, but there are always a few hunters there."
"Have you ever fought a war?"
Anne-Marie turned to look at Retief.
"You are afraid for us, Retief," she said. "The Soetti will attack our worlds, and we will fight them. We have fought before. These planets were not friendly ones."
"I thought the Soetti attack would be a surprise to you," Retief said. "Have you made any preparation for it?"
"We have ten thousand merchant ships. When the enemy comes, we will meet them."
Retief frowned. "Are there any guns on this planet? Any missiles?"
Anne-Marie shook her head. "Bo Bergman and Tove have a plan of deployment—"
"Deployment, hell! Against a modern assault force you need modern armament."
"Look!" Anne-Marie touched Relief's arm. "They're coming now."
Two tall grizzled men came up the slope, skis over their shoulders. Anne-Marie went forward to meet them, Retief at her side.
The two came up, embraced the girl, shook hands with Retief, put down their skis.
"Welcome to Svea," Tove said. "Let's find a warm corner where we can talk."
* * *
Retief shook his head, smiling, as a tall girl with coppery hair offered a vast slab of venison.
"I've caught up," he said, "for every hungry day I ever lived."
Bo Bergman poured Retief's beer mug full.
"Our captains are the best in space," he said. "Our population is concentrated in half a hundred small cities all across the planet. We know where the Soetti must strike us. We will ram their major vessels with unmanned ships. On the ground, we will hunt them down with small-arms."
"An assembly line turning out penetration missiles would have been more to the point."
"Yes," Bo Bergman said. "If we had known."
"How long have you known the Soetti were planning to hit you?"
Tove raised his eyebrows.
"Since this afternoon," he said.
"How did you find out about it? That information is supposed in some quarters to be a well-guarded secret."
"Secret?" Tove said.
Chip pulled at Retief's arm.
"Mister," he said in Retief's ear. "Come here a minute."
Retief looked at Anne-Marie, across at Tove and Bo Bergman. He rubbed the side of his face with his hand.
"Excuse me," he said. He followed Chip to one side of the room.
"Listen!" Chip said. "Maybe I'm goin' bats, but I'll swear there's somethin' funny here. I'm back there mixin' a sauce knowed only to me and the devil and I be dog if them gals don't pass me ever dang spice I need, without me sayin' a word. Come to put my souffle in the oven—she's
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