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"Second Secretary Magnan will be away from the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education (MUDDLE) for two weeks, leaving Retief in charge. Magnan reminds Retief that his role is to act as a rubber stamp, continuing Magnan’s actions. Magnan points out that Retief should appreciate that Bogan is participating in the Exchange Program. Its participation might be a step toward sublimating their aggression into more cultivated channels. The Bogans are sending two thousand students to d’Land as exchange students, and Magnan thinks this might end their aggression and bring them into the cultural life of the Galaxy. Retief wonders aloud what the students will study in such a poor, industrial land. Magnan points out that this is none of Retief’s concern and that his role is simply to facilitate bringing the two groups together. When Miss Furkle, the secretary, buzzes Magnan that the bucolic person from Lovenbroy is there again, Magnan pushes the meeting off onto Retief.\n\nThe person from Lovenbroy is named Hank Arapoulous. He is a farmer and tells Retief that the Bacchus vines that they use to make their wine mature every twelve years and that this year is a harvest year, but they are short on workers to harvest the grapes. They have a shortage of workers for the harvest due to their conflict over strip mining and the loss of several of their young men in the battles to prevent it. Also, Lovenbroy had to borrow money from Croanie, and the loan was due. The wine crop will put them in the clear if they can harvest it. The biggest concern is what Croanie will do with the land if they can’t pay the loan; Lovenbroy has offered half its grape acreage as security for the loan it received. Hank asks Retief for a loan, but Retief tells him that MEDDLE’s role is only for transportation. Hank says he also checked with the Labor Office, but it only offered to set them up with machinery. \n\nRetief attends a council meeting and learns that Croanie will receive a shipment of strip mining equipment. A spokesman for the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Under-developed Nations’ General Economies (SCROUNGE) indicates he has been trying to get mining equipment for d’Land. He tells Retief that Boge is a troublemaker, so all the agencies in the Corps are trying to appease her. Upon further discussion, Retief learns that d’Land doesn’t have a university for the exchange students to attend, just a technical college that would be overwhelmed to receive 200, much less 2,000, students. \n\nRetief also learns that all the exchange students are males, and their “luggage” is full of weapons. He diverts their luggage and sends the exchange students to Lovenbroy, where they help harvest the grapes. Retief is also sent to Lovenbroy for exceeding his authority. Hank tells Retief that he has won the prize for the picking competition. The prize is a girl named Delinda.",
"Retief is left in charge of his division while his superior, Magnan, is out of the office. After a farmer from the planet Lovenbroy tries to enlist his help with a labor shortage, Retief realizes a complex plot has been set into motion by the government of the planet Boge. The Bogans are sending two-thousand students to the planet D’Land, except there’s no school to accommodate them there and they’re not actually students but soldiers. They’ve also arranged to have weapons and war vehicles shipped under the guise of student baggage and tractors. Boge is using the financial leverage they have with the planet Croanie to get them to help with these shipments, and to ultimately allow the Bogans to take over Lovenbroy (a planet in debt to Lovenbroy that Boge has tried and failed to conquer in the past), D’Land, and potentially another planet. After Retief uncovers how all of these plans and planets are connected, he moves to disrupt them. He reroutes the “students” to Lovenbroy to help with their grape harvest and allow them to get out of their debt to Croanie, and the war machines to D’Land where they’ll be out of Bogan hands. The end of the story finds Retief on Lovenbroy, where he has been sent because his superiors aren’t happy that he meddled with the Bogan situation. Retief doesn’t seem to mind his exile to Lovenbroy at all, as he has just won the grape harvest competition and met the beautiful woman who claims to be his prize.",
"After Second Secretary Magnan took his temporary leave of the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education (AKA MUDDLE), Retief, his subordinate, is put in charge. Retief’s first order of business is dealing with Hank Arapoulous who came to MUDDLE to ask for some help harvesting the Bacchus grapes. He shares that they are indebted to Croanie, who loaned them funds after a failed invasion from the Bogans. Arapoulous is worried that the Croanie’s will be able to come in and harvest the grapes (as well as take the land) for themselves if they can’t pay the debt since they hold the mortgage on some of the acreage. After sharing some wine (alternating between red and black), Retief agrees to try and see if he can send some helping hands to Lovenbroy, Arapoulous’ home planet. \n\tRetief soon discovers that MEDDLE, another division at the Manpower Utilization Director, has authorized a shipment of 500 tractors that will be sent to Croanie. Retief questions Mr. Whaffle about it, and he explains that they are in need of heavy mining equipment. However, Croanie is mostly made up of fisheries, so there’s nothing to mine there. Retief questions other shipments as well, including the authorized transport of 2,000 Bogan students to d’Land. He discovers that there is only one technical college on d’Land and that it would be overwhelmed with just 200 transfer students. As well, Boge and d’Land have a very tense relationship; such a trade would be very rare. Sensing something fishy, Retief continues his search. \n\tOn his way to greet the incoming students, Retief stops at a bar and meets their teacher, Mr. Karsh. He describes training them as if they were in the military, not as if they were students. They leave together to meet the students. Retief arranged for a variety of fun events for the students, but Mr. Karsh shuts it all down. He simply wants to know when their luggage, flying in on a Croanie ship, will get in and when they will leave. \n\tQuickly, their plot falls apart as Retief researches these tractors and discovers they are machines built for war. After interrogating Mr. Whaffle about the shipment, he discovers that the tractors are going to Lovenbroy. He speaks to Mr. Gulver, a Bogan representative, who reveals that he just submitted an application for transportation for another 2,000 students. Retief then discovers the student’s luggage was bound for Lovenbroy and filled with army-grade weaponry. Putting it all together, Retief sends the students to Lovenbroy without their weapons, hands Mr. Karsh off to Arapoulous for a frank talking to, and sends the tractors to d’Land. The plan now thwarted, the students help harvest the Bacchus grapes. \n\tRetief was sent to Lovenbroy as punishment. He joins the harvest and ends up picking the most grapes of them all. His prize is a beautiful blonde woman.",
"Corps HQ is a diplomatic entity that houses a number of intergalactic departments, including the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education (MUDDLE), which employs the story’s protagonist, Retief. Retief reports to Second Secretary Magnan, who is taking some time off and asks Retief to manage affairs in his absence. He reminds Retief of a group of students from the planet Boge who will be traveling to the planet d’Land as part of an Exchange Program. Magnan’s hope is this program will help the warring Bogans better assimilate into the Galaxy’s culture. While he is gone, Retief meets with a man named Hank Arapoulous, who represents a planet called Lovenbroy, known for its plentiful grape harvests. Over wine, Hank requests labor to harvest the crop essential to their livelihood on Lovenbroy, and Retief learns of their connection to a planet called Croanie. Several years ago, the farmers of Lovenbroy had to defend their mineral resources against their neighbors, and they lost a lot of money and men in the process. Therefore, they had to borrow money from Croanie, and Hank is afraid they won’t be able to pay their debt on time without enough hands to harvest their grape crop. In addition, in their desperation, the farmers of Lovenbroy pawned the mortgage of their vineyards to Croanie thinking the twelve-year crop rotation would buy them enough time to pay back their debts. Retief says he will try to find a solution to his problem, and he sets about to attend the Intergroup Council and meet with the Bogan students set to depart for d’Land. At the Council meeting, he learns Croanie is set to receive a shipment of mining equipment from the Corps, and the school on d’Land set to receive the 2,000 Bogan students could hardly accommodate 200. At a bar later, Retief meets a man named Karsh, who drunkenly reveals he is training the students for something other than studying. At the library later, Retief learns that the tractors being sent to Croanie are not mining equipment, but are heavily armored with firepower. When Retief questions why so many tractors are being sent to a planet without the capacity to process them, he learns the excess will be sent to Boge. Retief deduces the entire situation is a Bogan plot to send troops to d’Land and have Croanie provide the military equipment sourced from Corps grants. Instead, Retief has representatives from Armaments confiscate the students’ luggage (which are actually filled with guns) and sends the “students” to Lovenbroy instead, where they help the farmers harvest their grape crop. Later, on Lovenbroy, Retief wins the grape-picking competition and celebrates with a local woman named Delinda, his prize for winning."
] | [1] Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net CULTURAL EXCHANGE BY KEITH LAUMER It was a simple student exchange—but Retief gave them more of an education than they expected!
[2] [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962.
[3] Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
[4] I Second Secretary Magnan took his green-lined cape and orange-feathered beret from the clothes tree.
[5] "I'm off now, Retief," he said.
[6] "I hope you'll manage the administrative routine during my absence without any unfortunate incidents."
[7] "That seems a modest enough hope," Retief said.
[8] "I'll try to live up to it."
[9] "I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily.
[10] "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles.
[11] I fancy I've made MUDDLE what it is today.
[12] Frankly, I question the wisdom of placing you in charge of such a sensitive desk, even for two weeks.
[13] But remember.
[14] Yours is purely a rubber-stamp function."
[15] "In that case, let's leave it to Miss Furkle.
[16] I'll take a couple of weeks off myself.
[17] With her poundage, she could bring plenty of pressure to bear."
[18] "I assume you jest, Retief," Magnan said sadly.
[19] "I should expect even you to appreciate that Bogan participation in the Exchange Program may be the first step toward sublimation of their aggressions into more cultivated channels."
[20] "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record.
[21] "That's a sizable sublimation."
[22] Magnan nodded.
[23] "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades.
[24] They're known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster.
[25] Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy."
[26] "Breaking and entering," Retief said.
[27] "You may have something there.
[28] But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land.
[29] That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety."
[30] "Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors," Magnan said.
[31] "Our function is merely to bring them together.
[32] See that you don't antagonize the Bogan representative.
[33] This will be an excellent opportunity for you to practice your diplomatic restraint—not your strong point, I'm sure you'll agree."
[34] A buzzer sounded.
[35] Retief punched a button.
[36] "What is it, Miss Furkle?"
[37] "That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again."
[38] On the small desk screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.
[39] "This fellow's a confounded pest.
[40] I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said.
[41] "Tell him something.
[42] Get rid of him.
[43] And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you."
[44] "If I'd thought of that, I'd have worn my other suit," Retief said.
[45] Magnan snorted and passed from view.
[46] Retief punched Miss Furkle's button.
[47] "Send the bucolic person in."
[48] A tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket, stepped into the room.
[49] He had a bundle under his arm.
[50] He paused at sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held out his hand.
[51] Retief took it.
[52] For a moment the two big men stood, face to face.
[53] The newcomer's jaw muscles knotted.
[54] Then he winced.
[55] Retief dropped his hand and motioned to a chair.
[56] "That's nice knuckle work, mister," the stranger said, massaging his hand.
[57] "First time anybody ever did that to me.
[58] My fault though.
[59] I started it, I guess."
[60] He grinned and sat down.
[61] "What can I do for you?"
[62] Retief said.
[63] "You work for this Culture bunch, do you?
[64] Funny.
[65] I thought they were all ribbon-counter boys.
[66] Never mind.
[67] I'm Hank Arapoulous.
[68] I'm a farmer.
[69] What I wanted to see you about was—" He shifted in his chair.
[70] "Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem.
[71] The wine crop is just about ready.
[72] We start picking in another two, three months.
[73] Now I don't know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?"
[74] "No," Retief said.
[75] "Have a cigar?"
[76] He pushed a box across the desk.
[77] Arapoulous took one.
[78] "Bacchus vines are an unusual crop," he said, puffing the cigar alight.
[79] "Only mature every twelve years.
[80] In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own.
[81] We like to farm, though.
[82] Spend a lot of time developing new forms.
[83] Apples the size of a melon—and sweet—" "Sounds very pleasant," Retief said.
[84] "Where does the Libraries and Education Division come in?"
[85] Arapoulous leaned forward.
[86] "We go in pretty heavy for the arts.
[87] Folks can't spend all their time hybridizing plants.
[88] We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms.
[89] Course, we left some sizable forest areas for hunting and such.
[90] Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.
[91] Retief."
[92] "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous.
[93] Just what—" "Call me Hank.
[94] We've got long seasons back home.
[95] Five of 'em.
[96] Our year's about eighteen Terry months.
[97] Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know.
[98] Blue-black sky, stars visible all day.
[99] We do mostly painting and sculpture in the winter.
[100] Then Spring; still plenty cold.
[101] Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers.
[102] Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said.
[103] "Beautiful work."
[104] Arapoulous nodded.
[105] "All local timbers too.
[106] Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you.
[107] Then comes the Monsoon.
[108] Rain—it comes down in sheets.
[109] But the sun's getting closer.
[110] Shines all the time.
[111] Ever seen it pouring rain in the sunshine?
[112] That's the music-writing season.
[113] Then summer.
[114] Summer's hot.
[115] We stay inside in the daytime and have beach parties all night.
[116] Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands.
[117] That's the drama and symphony time.
[118] The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore.
[119] You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...." "You say it's time now for the wine crop?"
[120] "That's right.
[121] Autumn's our harvest season.
[122] Most years we have just the ordinary crops.
[123] Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long.
[124] We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones.
[125] We spend a lot of time in our houses.
[126] We like to have them comfortable.
[127] But this year's different.
[128] This is Wine Year."
[129] Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief.
[130] "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said.
[131] "We make enough to keep us going.
[132] But this year...." "The crop isn't panning out?"
[133] "Oh, the crop's fine.
[134] One of the best I can remember.
[135] Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests.
[136] The problem's not the crop."
[137] "Have you lost your markets?
[138] That sounds like a matter for the Commercial—" "Lost our markets?
[139] Mister, nobody that ever tasted our wines ever settled for anything else!"
[140] "It sounds like I've been missing something," said Retief.
[141] "I'll have to try them some time."
[142] Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings.
[143] "No time like the present," he said.
[144] Retief looked at the two squat bottles, one green, one amber, both dusty, with faded labels, and blackened corks secured by wire.
[145] "Drinking on duty is frowned on in the Corps, Mr. Arapoulous," he said.
[146] "This isn't drinking .
[147] It's just wine."
[148] Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
[149] It rose slowly, then popped in the air.
[150] Arapoulous caught it.
[151] Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle.
[152] "Besides, my feelings would be hurt if you didn't join me."
[153] He winked.
[154] Retief took two thin-walled glasses from a table beside the desk.
[155] "Come to think of it, we also have to be careful about violating quaint native customs."
[156] Arapoulous filled the glasses.
[157] Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow.
[158] He looked at Arapoulous thoughtfully.
[159] "Hmmm.
[160] It tastes like salted pecans, with an undercurrent of crusted port."
[161] "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said.
[162] He took a mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed.
[163] "It's Bacchus wine, that's all.
[164] Nothing like it in the Galaxy."
[165] He pushed the second bottle toward Retief.
[166] "The custom back home is to alternate red wine and black."
[167] Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up.
[168] "Bad luck if you miss the cork," Arapoulous said, nodding.
[169] "You probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years back?"
[170] "Can't say that I did, Hank."
[171] Retief poured the black wine into two fresh glasses.
[172] "Here's to the harvest."
[173] "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine.
[174] "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.
[175] We like to farm.
[176] About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a force.
[177] They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did.
[178] Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise.
[179] But it took a year, and we lost a lot of men."
[180] "That's too bad," Retief said.
[181] "I'd say this one tastes more like roast beef and popcorn over a Riesling base."
[182] "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on.
[183] "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie.
[184] Mortgaged our crops.
[185] Had to start exporting art work too.
[186] Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers."
[187] "Say, this business of alternating drinks is the real McCoy," Retief said.
[188] "What's the problem?
[189] Croanie about to foreclose?"
[190] "Well, the loan's due.
[191] The wine crop would put us in the clear.
[192] But we need harvest hands.
[193] Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could.
[194] Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy.
[195] Everybody joins in.
[196] First, there's the picking in the fields.
[197] Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there.
[198] Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between.
[199] The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine to the pickers.
[200] There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour....
[201] The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
[202] Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: roast turkeys, beef, hams, all kinds of fowl.
[203] Big salads.
[204] Plenty of fruit.
[205] Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine.
[206] The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews.
[207] "Then the wine-making.
[208] We still tramp out the vintage.
[209] That's mostly for the young folks but anybody's welcome.
[210] That's when things start to get loosened up.
[211] Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage.
[212] All bets are off then.
[213] It keeps a fellow on his toes though.
[214] Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer of grape juice?"
[215] "Never did," Retief said.
[216] "You say most of the children are born after a vintage.
[217] That would make them only twelve years old by the time—" "Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning."
[218] "I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight," Retief said.
[219] "Forty-two, Terry years," Arapoulous said.
[220] "But this year it looks bad.
[221] We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed.
[222] If we don't get a big vintage, Croanie steps in.
[223] Lord knows what they'll do to the land.
[224] Then next vintage time, with them holding half our grape acreage—" "You hocked the vineyards?"
[225] "Yep.
[226] Pretty dumb, huh?
[227] But we figured twelve years was a long time."
[228] "On the whole," Retief said, "I think I prefer the black.
[229] But the red is hard to beat...." "What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out.
[230] A loan to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands.
[231] Then we'd repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—" "Sorry, Hank.
[232] All we do here is work out itineraries for traveling side-shows, that kind of thing.
[233] Now, if you needed a troop of Groaci nose-flute players—" "Can they pick grapes?"
[234] "Nope.
[235] Anyway, they can't stand the daylight.
[236] Have you talked this over with the Labor Office?"
[237] "Sure did.
[238] They said they'd fix us up with all the electronics specialists and computer programmers we wanted—but no field hands.
[239] Said it was what they classified as menial drudgery; you'd have thought I was trying to buy slaves."
[240] The buzzer sounded.
[241] Miss Furkle's features appeared on the desk screen.
[242] "You're due at the Intergroup Council in five minutes," she said.
[243] "Then afterwards, there are the Bogan students to meet."
[244] "Thanks."
[245] Retief finished his glass, stood.
[246] "I have to run, Hank," he said.
[247] "Let me think this over.
[248] Maybe I can come up with something.
[249] Check with me day after tomorrow.
[250] And you'd better leave the bottles here.
[251] Cultural exhibits, you know."
[252] II As the council meeting broke up, Retief caught the eye of a colleague across the table.
[253] "Mr. Whaffle, you mentioned a shipment going to a place called Croanie.
[254] What are they getting?"
[255] Whaffle blinked.
[256] "You're the fellow who's filling in for Magnan, over at MUDDLE," he said.
[257] "Properly speaking, equipment grants are the sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and Exchanges."
[258] He pursed his lips.
[259] "However, I suppose there's no harm in telling you.
[260] They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment."
[261] "Drill rigs, that sort of thing?"
[262] "Strip mining gear."
[263] Whaffle took a slip of paper from a breast pocket, blinked at it.
[264] "Bolo Model WV/1 tractors, to be specific.
[265] Why is MUDDLE interested in MEDDLE's activities?"
[266] "Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle.
[267] It's just that Croanie cropped up earlier today.
[268] It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over on—" "That's not MEDDLE's affair, sir," Whaffle cut in.
[269] "I have sufficient problems as Chief of MEDDLE without probing into MUDDLE'S business."
[270] "Speaking of tractors," another man put in, "we over at the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Under-developed Nations' General Economies have been trying for months to get a request for mining equipment for d'Land through MEDDLE—" "SCROUNGE was late on the scene," Whaffle said.
[271] "First come, first served.
[272] That's our policy at MEDDLE.
[273] Good day, gentlemen."
[274] He strode off, briefcase under his arm.
[275] "That's the trouble with peaceful worlds," the SCROUNGE committeeman said.
[276] "Boge is a troublemaker, so every agency in the Corps is out to pacify her.
[277] While my chance to make a record—that is, assist peace-loving d'Land—comes to naught."
[278] He shook his head.
[279] "What kind of university do they have on d'Land?"
[280] asked Retief.
[281] "We're sending them two thousand exchange students.
[282] It must be quite an institution."
[283] "University?
[284] D'Land has one under-endowed technical college."
[285] "Will all the exchange students be studying at the Technical College?"
[286] "Two thousand students?
[287] Hah!
[288] Two hundred students would overtax the facilities of the college."
[289] "I wonder if the Bogans know that?"
[290] "The Bogans?
[291] Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise trade agreement she entered into with Boge.
[292] Two thousand students indeed!"
[293] He snorted and walked away.
[294] Retief stopped by the office to pick up a short cape, then rode the elevator to the roof of the 230-story Corps HQ building and hailed a cab to the port.
[295] The Bogan students had arrived early.
[296] Retief saw them lined up on the ramp waiting to go through customs.
[297] It would be half an hour before they were cleared through.
[298] He turned into the bar and ordered a beer.
[299] A tall young fellow on the next stool raised his glass.
[300] "Happy days," he said.
[301] "And nights to match."
[302] "You said it."
[303] He gulped half his beer.
[304] "My name's Karsh.
[305] Mr. Karsh.
[306] Yep, Mr. Karsh.
[307] Boy, this is a drag, sitting around this place waiting...." "You meeting somebody?"
[308] "Yeah.
[309] Bunch of babies.
[310] Kids.
[311] How they expect—Never mind.
[312] Have one on me."
[313] "Thanks.
[314] You a Scoutmaster?"
[315] "I'll tell you what I am.
[316] I'm a cradle-robber.
[317] You know—" he turned to Retief—"not one of those kids is over eighteen."
[318] He hiccupped.
[319] "Students, you know.
[320] Never saw a student with a beard, did you?"
[321] "Lots of times.
[322] You're meeting the students, are you?"
[323] The young fellow blinked at Retief.
[324] "Oh, you know about it, huh?"
[325] "I represent MUDDLE."
[326] Karsh finished his beer, ordered another.
[327] "I came on ahead.
[328] Sort of an advance guard for the kids.
[329] I trained 'em myself.
[330] Treated it like a game, but they can handle a CSU.
[331] Don't know how they'll act under pressure.
[332] If I had my old platoon—" He looked at his beer glass, pushed it back.
[333] "Had enough," he said.
[334] "So long, friend.
[335] Or are you coming along?"
[336] Retief nodded.
[337] "Might as well."
[338] At the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to attention, his chest out.
[339] "Drop that, mister," Karsh snapped.
[340] "Is that any way for a student to act?"
[341] The youth, a round-faced lad with broad shoulders, grinned.
[342] "Heck, no," he said.
[343] "Say, uh, Mr. Karsh, are we gonna get to go to town?
[344] We fellas were thinking—" "You were, hah?
[345] You act like a bunch of school kids!
[346] I mean ... no!
[347] Now line up!"
[348] "We have quarters ready for the students," Retief said.
[349] "If you'd like to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid on."
[350] "Thanks," said Karsh.
[351] "They'll stay here until take-off time.
[352] Can't have the little dears wandering around loose.
[353] Might get ideas about going over the hill."
[354] He hiccupped.
[355] "I mean they might play hookey."
[356] "We've scheduled your re-embarkation for noon tomorrow.
[357] That's a long wait.
[358] MUDDLE's arranged theater tickets and a dinner."
[359] "Sorry," Karsh said.
[360] "As soon as the baggage gets here, we're off."
[361] He hiccupped again.
[362] "Can't travel without our baggage, y'know."
[363] "Suit yourself," Retief said.
[364] "Where's the baggage now?"
[365] "Coming in aboard a Croanie lighter."
[366] "Maybe you'd like to arrange for a meal for the students here."
[367] "Sure," Karsh said.
[368] "That's a good idea.
[369] Why don't you join us?"
[370] Karsh winked.
[371] "And bring a few beers."
[372] "Not this time," Retief said.
[373] He watched the students, still emerging from Customs.
[374] "They seem to be all boys," he commented.
[375] "No female students?"
[376] "Maybe later," Karsh said.
[377] "You know, after we see how the first bunch is received."
[378] Back at the MUDDLE office, Retief buzzed Miss Furkle.
[379] "Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound for?"
[380] "Why, the University at d'Land, of course."
[381] "Would that be the Technical College?"
[382] Miss Furkle's mouth puckered.
[383] "I'm sure I've never pried into these details."
[384] "Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?"
[385] Retief said.
[386] "Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are travelling so far to study—at Corps expense."
[387] "Mr. Magnan never—" "For the present.
[388] Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing.
[389] That leaves me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors.
[390] But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation to Boge.
[391] And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on Lovenbroy."
[392] "Well!"
[393] Miss Furkle snapped, small eyes glaring under unplucked brows.
[394] "I hope you're not questioning Mr. Magnan's wisdom!"
[395] "About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question," Retief said.
[396] "But never mind.
[397] I'd like you to look up an item for me.
[398] How many tractors will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?"
[399] "Why, that's entirely MEDDLE business," Miss Furkle said.
[400] "Mr. Magnan always—" "I'm sure he did.
[401] Let me know about the tractors as soon as you can."
[402] Miss Furkle sniffed and disappeared from the screen.
[403] Retief left the office, descended forty-one stories, followed a corridor to the Corps Library.
[404] In the stacks he thumbed through catalogues, pored over indices.
[405] "Can I help you?"
[406] someone chirped.
[407] A tiny librarian stood at his elbow.
[408] "Thank you, ma'am," Retief said.
[409] "I'm looking for information on a mining rig.
[410] A Bolo model WV tractor."
[411] "You won't find it in the industrial section," the librarian said.
[412] "Come along."
[413] Retief followed her along the stacks to a well-lit section lettered ARMAMENTS.
[414] She took a tape from the shelf, plugged it into the viewer, flipped through and stopped at a squat armored vehicle.
[415] "That's the model WV," she said.
[416] "It's what is known as a continental siege unit.
[417] It carries four men, with a half-megaton/second firepower."
[418] "There must be an error somewhere," Retief said.
[419] "The Bolo model I want is a tractor.
[420] Model WV M-1—" "Oh, the modification was the addition of a bulldozer blade for demolition work.
[421] That must be what confused you."
[422] "Probably—among other things.
[423] Thank you."
[424] Miss Furkle was waiting at the office.
[425] "I have the information you wanted," she said.
[426] "I've had it for over ten minutes.
[427] I was under the impression you needed it urgently, and I went to great lengths—" "Sure," Retief said.
[428] "Shoot.
[429] How many tractors?"
[430] "Five hundred."
[431] "Are you sure?"
[432] Miss Furkle's chins quivered.
[433] "Well!
[434] If you feel I'm incompetent—" "Just questioning the possibility of a mistake, Miss Furkle.
[435] Five hundred tractors is a lot of equipment."
[436] "Was there anything further?"
[437] Miss Furkle inquired frigidly.
[438] "I sincerely hope not," Retief said.
[439] III Leaning back in Magnan's padded chair with power swivel and hip-u-matic concontour, Retief leafed through a folder labelled "CERP 7-602-Ba; CROANIE (general)."
[440] He paused at a page headed Industry.
[441] Still reading, he opened the desk drawer, took out the two bottles of Bacchus wine and two glasses.
[442] He poured an inch of wine into each and sipped the black wine meditatively.
[443] It would be a pity, he reflected, if anything should interfere with the production of such vintages.... Half an hour later he laid the folder aside, keyed the phone and put through a call to the Croanie Legation.
[444] He asked for the Commercial Attache.
[445] "Retief here, Corps HQ," he said airily.
[446] "About the MEDDLE shipment, the tractors.
[447] I'm wondering if there's been a slip up.
[448] My records show we're shipping five hundred units...." "That's correct.
[449] Five hundred."
[450] Retief waited.
[451] "Ah ... are you there, Retief?"
[452] "I'm still here.
[453] And I'm still wondering about the five hundred tractors."
[454] "It's perfectly in order.
[455] I thought it was all settled.
[456] Mr. Whaffle—" "One unit would require a good-sized plant to handle its output," Retief said.
[457] "Now Croanie subsists on her fisheries.
[458] She has perhaps half a dozen pint-sized processing plants.
[459] Maybe, in a bind, they could handle the ore ten WV's could scrape up ... if Croanie had any ore.
[460] It doesn't.
[461] By the way, isn't a WV a poor choice as a mining outfit?
[462] I should think—" "See here, Retief!
[463] Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?
[464] And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the equipment?
[465] That's an internal affair of my government.
[466] Mr. Whaffle—" "I'm not Mr. Whaffle.
[467] What are you going to do with the other four hundred and ninety tractors?"
[468] "I understood the grant was to be with no strings attached!"
[469] "I know it's bad manners to ask questions.
[470] It's an old diplomatic tradition that any time you can get anybody to accept anything as a gift, you've scored points in the game.
[471] But if Croanie has some scheme cooking—" "Nothing like that, Retief.
[472] It's a mere business transaction."
[473] "What kind of business do you do with a Bolo WV?
[474] With or without a blade attached, it's what's known as a continental siege unit."
[475] "Great Heavens, Retief!
[476] Don't jump to conclusions!
[477] Would you have us branded as warmongers?
[478] Frankly—is this a closed line?"
[479] "Certainly.
[480] You may speak freely."
[481] "The tractors are for transshipment.
[482] We've gotten ourselves into a difficult situation, balance-of-payments-wise.
[483] This is an accommodation to a group with which we have rather strong business ties."
[484] "I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy," Retief said.
[485] "Any connection?"
[486] "Why ... ah ... no.
[487] Of course not, ha ha."
[488] "Who gets the tractors eventually?"
[489] "Retief, this is unwarranted interference!"
[490] "Who gets them?"
[491] "They happen to be going to Lovenbroy.
[492] But I scarcely see—" "And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized transshipment of grant material?"
[493] "Why ... ah ...
[494] I've been working with a Mr. Gulver, a Bogan representative."
[495] "And when will they be shipped?"
[496] "Why, they went out a week ago.
[497] They'll be half way there by now.
[498] But look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!"
[499] "How do you know what I'm thinking?
[500] I don't know myself."
[501] Retief rang off, buzzed the secretary.
[502] "Miss Furkle, I'd like to be notified immediately of any new applications that might come in from the Bogan Consulate for placement of students."
[503] "Well, it happens, by coincidence, that I have an application here now.
[504] Mr. Gulver of the Consulate brought it in."
[505] "Is Mr. Gulver in the office?
[506] I'd like to see him."
[507] "I'll ask him if he has time."
[508] "Great.
[509] Thanks."
[510] It was half a minute before a thick-necked red-faced man in a tight hat walked in.
[511] He wore an old-fashioned suit, a drab shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.
[512] "What is it you wish?"
[513] he barked.
[514] "I understood in my discussions with the other ... ah ... civilian there'd be no further need for these irritating conferences."
[515] "I've just learned you're placing more students abroad, Mr. Gulver.
[516] How many this time?"
[517] "Two thousand."
[518] "And where will they be going?"
[519] "Croanie.
[520] It's all in the application form I've handed in.
[521] Your job is to provide transportation."
[522] "Will there be any other students embarking this season?"
[523] "Why ... perhaps.
[524] That's Boge's business."
[525] Gulver looked at Retief with pursed lips.
[526] "As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another two thousand to Featherweight."
[527] "Another under-populated world—and in the same cluster, I believe," Retief said.
[528] "Your people must be unusually interested in that region of space."
[529] "If that's all you wanted to know, I'll be on my way.
[530] I have matters of importance to see to."
[531] After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in.
[532] "I'd like to have a break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the present program," he said.
[533] "And see if you can get a summary of what MEDDLE has been shipping lately."
[534] Miss Furkle compressed her lips.
[535] "If Mr. Magnan were here, I'm sure he wouldn't dream of interfering in the work of other departments.
[536] I ... overheard your conversation with the gentleman from the Croanie Legation—" "The lists, Miss Furkle."
[537] "I'm not accustomed," Miss Furkle said, "to intruding in matters outside our interest cluster."
[538] "That's worse than listening in on phone conversations, eh?
[539] But never mind.
[540] I need the information, Miss Furkle."
[541] "Loyalty to my Chief—" "Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material I've asked for," Retief said.
[542] "I'm taking full responsibility.
[543] Now scat."
[544] The buzzer sounded.
[545] Retief flipped a key.
[546] "MUDDLE, Retief speaking...." Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen.
[547] "How-do, Retief.
[548] Okay if I come up?"
[549] "Sure, Hank.
[550] I want to talk to you."
[551] In the office, Arapoulous took a chair.
[552] "Sorry if I'm rushing you, Retief," he said.
[553] "But have you got anything for me?"
[554] Retief waved at the wine bottles.
[555] "What do you know about Croanie?"
[556] "Croanie?
[557] Not much of a place.
[558] Mostly ocean.
[559] All right if you like fish, I guess.
[560] We import our seafood from there.
[561] Nice prawns in monsoon time.
[562] Over a foot long."
[563] "You on good terms with them?"
[564] "Sure, I guess so.
[565] Course, they're pretty thick with Boge."
[566] "So?"
[567] "Didn't I tell you?
[568] Boge was the bunch that tried to take us over here a dozen years back.
[569] They'd've made it too, if they hadn't had a lot of bad luck.
[570] Their armor went in the drink, and without armor they're easy game."
[571] Miss Furkle buzzed.
[572] "I have your lists," she said shortly.
[573] "Bring them in, please."
[574] The secretary placed the papers on the desk.
[575] Arapoulous caught her eye and grinned.
[576] She sniffed and marched from the room.
[577] "What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash," Arapoulous observed.
[578] Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time to time.
[579] He finished and looked at Arapoulous.
[580] "How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?"
[581] Retief inquired.
[582] Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.
[583] "A hundred would help," he said.
[584] "A thousand would be better.
[585] Cheers."
[586] "What would you say to two thousand?"
[587] "Two thousand?
[588] Retief, you're not fooling?"
[589] "I hope not."
[590] He picked up the phone, called the Port Authority, asked for the dispatch clerk.
[591] "Hello, Jim.
[592] Say, I have a favor to ask of you.
[593] You know that contingent of Bogan students.
[594] They're traveling aboard the two CDT transports.
[595] I'm interested in the baggage that goes with the students.
[596] Has it arrived yet?
[597] Okay, I'll wait."
[598] Jim came back to the phone.
[599] "Yeah, Retief, it's here.
[600] Just arrived.
[601] But there's a funny thing.
[602] It's not consigned to d'Land.
[603] It's ticketed clear through to Lovenbroy."
[604] "Listen, Jim," Retief said.
[605] "I want you to go over to the warehouse and take a look at that baggage for me."
[606] Retief waited while the dispatch clerk carried out the errand.
[607] The level in the two bottles had gone down an inch when Jim returned to the phone.
[608] "Hey, I took a look at that baggage, Retief.
[609] Something funny going on.
[610] Guns.
[611] 2mm needlers, Mark XII hand blasters, power pistols—" "It's okay, Jim.
[612] Nothing to worry about.
[613] Just a mix-up.
[614] Now, Jim, I'm going to ask you to do something more for me.
[615] I'm covering for a friend.
[616] It seems he slipped up.
[617] I wouldn't want word to get out, you understand.
[618] I'll send along a written change order in the morning that will cover you officially.
[619] Meanwhile, here's what I want you to do...." Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous.
[620] "As soon as I get off a couple of TWX's, I think we'd better get down to the port, Hank.
[621] I think I'd like to see the students off personally."
[622] IV Karsh met Retief as he entered the Departures enclosure at the port.
[623] "What's going on here?"
[624] he demanded.
[625] "There's some funny business with my baggage consignment.
[626] They won't let me see it!
[627] I've got a feeling it's not being loaded."
[628] "You'd better hurry, Mr. Karsh," Retief said.
[629] "You're scheduled to blast off in less than an hour.
[630] Are the students all loaded?"
[631] "Yes, blast you!
[632] What about my baggage?
[633] Those vessels aren't moving without it!"
[634] "No need to get so upset about a few toothbrushes, is there, Mr.
[635] Karsh?"
[636] Retief said blandly.
[637] "Still, if you're worried—" He turned to Arapoulous.
[638] "Hank, why don't you walk Mr. Karsh over to the warehouse and ... ah ... take care of him?"
[639] "I know just how to handle it," Arapoulous said.
[640] The dispatch clerk came up to Retief.
[641] "I caught the tractor equipment," he said.
[642] "Funny kind of mistake, but it's okay now.
[643] They're being off-loaded at d'Land.
[644] I talked to the traffic controller there.
[645] He said they weren't looking for any students."
[646] "The labels got switched, Jim.
[647] The students go where the baggage was consigned.
[648] Too bad about the mistake, but the Armaments Office will have a man along in a little while to dispose of the guns.
[649] Keep an eye out for the luggage.
[650] No telling where it's gotten to."
[651] "Here!"
[652] a hoarse voice yelled.
[653] Retief turned.
[654] A disheveled figure in a tight hat was crossing the enclosure, arms waving.
[655] "Hi there, Mr. Gulver," Retief called.
[656] "How's Boge's business coming along?"
[657] "Piracy!"
[658] Gulver blurted as he came up to Retief, puffing hard.
[659] "You've got a hand in this, I don't doubt!
[660] Where's that Magnan fellow?"
[661] "What seems to be the problem?"
[662] Retief said.
[663] "Hold those transports!
[664] I've just been notified that the baggage shipment has been impounded.
[665] I'll remind you, that shipment enjoys diplomatic free entry!"
[666] "Who told you it was impounded?"
[667] "Never mind!
[668] I have my sources!"
[669] Two tall men buttoned into gray tunics came up.
[670] "Are you Mr. Retief of CDT?"
[671] one said.
[672] "That's right."
[673] "What about my baggage!"
[674] Gulver cut in.
[675] "And I'm warning you, if those ships lift without—" "These gentlemen are from the Armaments Control Commission," Retief said.
[676] "Would you like to come along and claim your baggage, Mr.
[677] Gulver?"
[678] "From where?
[679] I—" Gulver turned two shades redder about the ears.
[680] "Armaments?"
[681] "The only shipment I've held up seems to be somebody's arsenal," Retief said.
[682] "Now if you claim this is your baggage...." "Why, impossible," Gulver said in a strained voice.
[683] "Armaments?
[684] Ridiculous.
[685] There's been an error...." At the baggage warehouse Gulver looked glumly at the opened cases of guns.
[686] "No, of course not," he said dully.
[687] "Not my baggage.
[688] Not my baggage at all."
[689] Arapoulous appeared, supporting the stumbling figure of Mr. Karsh.
[690] "What—what's this?"
[691] Gulver spluttered.
[692] "Karsh?
[693] What's happened?"
[694] "He had a little fall.
[695] He'll be okay," Arapoulous said.
[696] "You'd better help him to the ship," Retief said.
[697] "It's ready to lift.
[698] We wouldn't want him to miss it."
[699] "Leave him to me!"
[700] Gulver snapped, his eyes slashing at Karsh.
[701] "I'll see he's dealt with."
[702] "I couldn't think of it," Retief said.
[703] "He's a guest of the Corps, you know.
[704] We'll see him safely aboard."
[705] Gulver turned, signaled frantically.
[706] Three heavy-set men in identical drab suits detached themselves from the wall, crossed to the group.
[707] "Take this man," Gulver snapped, indicating Karsh, who looked at him dazedly, reached up to rub his head.
[708] "We take our hospitality seriously," Retief said.
[709] "We'll see him aboard the vessel."
[710] Gulver opened his mouth.
[711] "I know you feel bad about finding guns instead of school books in your luggage," Retief said, looking Gulver in the eye.
[712] "You'll be busy straightening out the details of the mix-up.
[713] You'll want to avoid further complications."
[714] "Ah.
[715] Ulp.
[716] Yes," Gulver said.
[717] He appeared unhappy.
[718] Arapoulous went on to the passenger conveyor, turned to wave.
[719] "Your man—he's going too?"
[720] Gulver blurted.
[721] "He's not our man, properly speaking," Retief said.
[722] "He lives on Lovenbroy."
[723] "Lovenbroy?"
[724] Gulver choked.
[725] "But ... the ...
[726] I...." "I know you said the students were bound for d'Land," Retief said.
[727] "But I guess that was just another aspect of the general confusion.
[728] The course plugged into the navigators was to Lovenbroy.
[729] You'll be glad to know they're still headed there—even without the baggage."
[730] "Perhaps," Gulver said grimly, "perhaps they'll manage without it."
[731] "By the way," Retief said.
[732] "There was another funny mix-up.
[733] There were some tractors—for industrial use, you'll recall.
[734] I believe you co-operated with Croanie in arranging the grant through MEDDLE.
[735] They were erroneously consigned to Lovenbroy, a purely agricultural world.
[736] I saved you some embarrassment, I trust, Mr. Gulver, by arranging to have them off-loaded at d'Land."
[737] "D'Land!
[738] You've put the CSU's in the hands of Boge's bitterest enemies!"
[739] "But they're only tractors, Mr. Gulver.
[740] Peaceful devices.
[741] Isn't that correct?"
[742] "That's ...
[743] correct."
[744] Gulver sagged.
[745] Then he snapped erect.
[746] "Hold the ships!"
[747] he yelled.
[748] "I'm canceling the student exchange—" His voice was drowned by the rumble as the first of the monster transports rose from the launch pit, followed a moment later by the second, Retief watched them out of sight, then turned to Gulver.
[749] "They're off," he said.
[750] "Let's hope they get a liberal education."
[751] V Retief lay on his back in deep grass by a stream, eating grapes.
[752] A tall figure appeared on the knoll above him and waved.
[753] "Retief!"
[754] Hank Arapoulous bounded down the slope and embraced Retief, slapping him on the back.
[755] "I heard you were here—and I've got news for you.
[756] You won the final day's picking competition.
[757] Over two hundred bushels!
[758] That's a record!"
[759] "Let's get on over to the garden.
[760] Sounds like the celebration's about to start."
[761] In the flower-crowded park among the stripped vines, Retief and Arapoulous made their way to a laden table under the lanterns.
[762] A tall girl dressed in loose white, and with long golden hair, came up to Arapoulous.
[763] "Delinda, this is Retief—today's winner.
[764] And he's also the fellow that got those workers for us."
[765] Delinda smiled at Retief.
[766] "I've heard about you, Mr. Retief.
[767] We weren't sure about the boys at first.
[768] Two thousand Bogans, and all confused about their baggage that went astray.
[769] But they seemed to like the picking."
[770] She smiled again.
[771] "That's not all.
[772] Our gals liked the boys," Hank said.
[773] "Even Bogans aren't so bad, minus their irons.
[774] A lot of 'em will be staying on.
[775] But how come you didn't tell me you were coming, Retief?
[776] I'd have laid on some kind of big welcome."
[777] "I liked the welcome I got.
[778] And I didn't have much notice.
[779] Mr. Magnan was a little upset when he got back.
[780] It seems I exceeded my authority."
[781] Arapoulous laughed.
[782] "I had a feeling you were wheeling pretty free, Retief.
[783] I hope you didn't get into any trouble over it."
[784] "No trouble," Retief said.
[785] "A few people were a little unhappy with me.
[786] It seems I'm not ready for important assignments at Departmental level.
[787] I was shipped off here to the boondocks to get a little more experience."
[788] "Delinda, look after Retief," said Arapoulous.
[789] "I'll see you later.
[790] I've got to see to the wine judging."
[791] He disappeared in the crowd.
[792] "Congratulations on winning the day," said Delinda.
[793] "I noticed you at work.
[794] You were wonderful.
[795] I'm glad you're going to have the prize."
[796] "Thanks.
[797] I noticed you too, flitting around in that white nightie of yours.
[798] But why weren't you picking grapes with the rest of us?"
[799] "I had a special assignment."
[800] "Too bad.
[801] You should have had a chance at the prize."
[802] Delinda took Retief's hand.
[803] "I wouldn't have anyway," she said.
[804] "I'm the prize." | Here is the ranking of the context sentences in order of importance for answering the question "What is the plot of the story?":
1. [143] Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings.
2. [144] Retief looked at the two squat bottles, one green, one amber, both dusty, with faded labels, and blackened corks secured by wire.
3. [145] "Drinking on duty is frowned on in the Corps, Mr. Arapoulous," he said.
4. [146] "This isn't drinking .
5. [147] It's just wine."
6. [148] Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
7. [149] It rose slowly, then popped in the air.
8. [150] Arapoulous caught it.
9. [151] Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle.
10. [152] "Besides, my feelings would be hurt if you didn't join me."
11. [153] He winked.
12. [154] Retief took two thin-walled glasses from a table beside the desk.
13. [155] "Come to think of it, we also have to be careful about violating quaint native customs."
14. [156] Arapoulous filled the glasses.
15. [157] Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow.
16. [158] He looked at Arapoulous thoughtfully.
17. [159] "Hmmm.
18. [160] It tastes like salted pecans, with an undercurrent of crusted port."
19. [161] "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said.
20. [162] He took a mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed.
21. [163] "It's Bacchus wine, that's all.
22. [164] Nothing like it in the Galaxy."
23. [165] He pushed the second bottle toward Retief.
24. [166] "The custom back home is to alternate red wine and black."
25. [167] Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up.
26. [168] "Bad luck if you miss the cork," Arapoulous said, nodding.
27. [169] "You probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years back?"
28. [170] "Can't say that I did, Hank."
29. [171] Retief poured the black wine into two fresh glasses.
30. [172] "Here's to the harvest."
31. [173] "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine.
32. [174] "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.
33. [175] We like to farm.
34. [176] About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a force.
35. [177] They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did.
36. [178] Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise.
37. [179] But it took a year, and we lost a lot of men."
38. [180] "That's too bad," Retief said.
39. [181] "I'd say this one tastes more like roast beef and popcorn over a Riesling base."
40. [182] "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on.
41. [183] "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie.
42. [184] Mortgaged our crops.
43. [185] Had to start exporting art work too.
44. [186] Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers."
45. [187] "Say, this business of alternating drinks is the real McCoy," Retief said.
46. [188] "What's the problem?
47. [189] Croanie about to foreclose?"
48. [190] "Well, the loan's due.
49. [191] The wine crop would put us in the clear.
50. [192] But we need harvest hands.
51. [193] Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could.
52. [194] Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy.
53. [195] Everybody joins in.
54. [196] First, there's the picking in the fields.
55. [197] Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there.
56. [198] Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between.
57. [199] The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine to the pickers.
58. [200] There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour....
59. [201] The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
60. [202] Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: roast turkeys, beef, hams, all kinds of fowl.
61. [203] Big salads.
62. [204] Plenty of fruit.
63. [205] Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine.
64. [206] The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews.
65. [207] "Then the wine-making.
66. [208] We still tramp out the vintage.
67. [209] That's mostly for the young folks but anybody's welcome.
68. [210] That's when things start to get loosened up.
69. [211] Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage.
70. [212] All bets are off then.
71. [213] It keeps a fellow on his toes though.
72. [214] Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer of grape juice?"
73. [215] "Never did," Retief said.
74. [216] "You say most of the children are born after a vintage.
75. [217] That would make them only twelve years old by the time—"
76. [218] "Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning."
77. [219] "I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight," Retief said.
78. [220] "Forty-two, Terry years," Arapoulous said.
79. [221] "But this year it looks bad.
80. [222] We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed.
81. [223] If we don't get a big vintage, Croanie steps in.
82. [224] Lord knows what they'll do to the land.
83. [225] Then next vintage time, with them holding half our grape acreage—"
84. [226] "You hocked the vineyards?"
85. [227] "Yep.
86. [228] Pretty dumb, huh?
87. [229] But we figured twelve years was a long time."
88. [230] "What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out.
89. [231] A loan to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands.
90. [232] Then we'd repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—"
91. [233] "Sorry, Hank.
92. [234] All we do here is work out itineraries for traveling side-shows, that kind of thing.
93. [235] Now, if you needed a troop of Groaci nose-flute players—"
94. [236] "Can they pick grapes?"
95. [237] "Nope.
96. [238] Anyway, they can't stand the daylight.
97. [239] Have you talked this over with the Labor Office?"
98. [240] "Sure did.
99. [241] They said they'd fix us up with all the electronics specialists and computer programmers we wanted—but no field hands.
100. [242] Said it was what they classified as menial drudgery; you'd have thought I was trying to buy slaves." |
Who are the Bogans, and what happens to their plan? | [
"The Bogans are people who have a history of aggression within the Nicodemean Cluster. In the last twenty years, they have launched four military campaigns against other Galaxy members; because of this, they are known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster. They have agreed to send 2,000 of their students to participate in the Exchange Program in d’Land that the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education is facilitating. This agreement is a curiosity to Retief because d’Land is a poor, industrial society, so he wonders what the Bogans will study there. His superior, Second Secretary Magnan, tells him that is none of his business and to be sure not to antagonize the Bogan representative. According to the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Underdeveloped Nations’ General Economies (SCROUNGE) committeeman, every agency in the Corps is trying to appease Boge since Boge is a well-known troublemaker. He also informs Retief that d’Land has no universities, just an under-endowed technical college that could not handle 200, much less 2,000, exchange students. He also tells Retief that most of d’Land’s problems result from an unwise trade agreement that it made with Boge.\n\n Retief meets Karsh, a Scoutmaster who trained the Bogan students; he made it like a game but says they know how to handle a CSU. As the Bogan students come through Customs and see Mr. Karsh, they snap to attention. Mr. Karsh refuses to let the students leave the airport. Retief notices that all the exchange students are males, and Karsh tells him they wanted to see how the first group of students was received before sending any females. Retief realizes that Bogan students are headed to a place that has no classrooms for the students. In the meantime, the tractors are being sent to Croanie, a world under obligation to Boge, and Croanie holds the mortgage to the best vineyards in Lovenbroy. Retief looks up the tractors that are being sent to Croanie and discovers they are armored vehicles with a half-megaton per second firepower. Retief learns that these continental siege units are ultimately being sent to Lovenbroy, which is rich in minerals, on behalf of Boge. Retief also learns that Boge has an application to send another 2,000 students to Croanie and is considering sending 2,000 more to Featherweight. Retief learns that Boge tried to take over Lovenbroy several years earlier and would have succeeded if not for bad luck. Retief calls a friend who works in transport and learns that the Bogan students’ luggage is all being sent to Lovenbroy, and when he looked in the luggage, it was all weapons. Retief diverts the luggage and sends the students on to Lovenbroy to help with the grape harvest for the vineyards. He impounds the luggage full of weapons.",
"The Bogans are the people from the planet Boge. According to Retief’s superior, they are known as the “hoodlums” of the nearby universe and have launched multiple military campaigns in the recent past. Despite this, no one seems to suspect the Bogans when they claim to be participating in a “cultural exchange”. They plan to send “students” who are really intended to be soldiers and guns to D’Land, a planet that loves peace but isn’t on good terms with Boge. Another planet, Croanie, has fallen into debt to Boge and is facilitating a transshipment of “tractors” that are actually devices only useful for war or mining, making it seem like they might also be looking to take over Lovenbroy (which they tried, unsuccessfully, to do in the past, as well as another small nearby planet referenced in the story, Featherweight. Their plans are thwarted by Retief when he figures out what they are up to and reroutes the weaponry to D’Land and the students to Lovenbroy.",
"The Bogans are the people of Boge, a planet that lies in the same cluster as Lovenbroy and Croanie. The Bogans attempted to invade Lovenbroy ten years back, and, though they managed to fight for one year, they were eventually defeated. Their goal was to mine the land for the rich minerals that lay below the surface. \n\tAfter scheming with Croanie (who loaned money and resources to Lovenbroy post-war), the Bogans were able to develop a plan to finally invade Lovenbroy successfully. By using grants and a ploy of educating 2,000 of their students, the Bogans were almost able to ship 2,000 male soldiers to Lovenbroy with an array of weaponry in their duffel bags. The Bogans lied and said that they were sending these “students” to d’Land to study there at the university. As well, Croanie aided them in acquiring 500 death tractors. These Bolo WV M-1s are incredibly dangerous tanks that can travel extremely fast and are outfitted with a bulldozer blade. Thanks to this added blade, they were able to market them as simply tractors, not the weapons of war they truly are. The tractors were on their way to Lovenbroy when Retief caught wind of their plan and stopped their shipment. He sent them to d’Land instead, an enemy of the Bogans. \n\tRetief further destroyed their plan by sending the trained boys to Lovenbroy without their weaponry. He sent them to this beautiful planet so they could help Arapoulous in harvesting the Bacchus grapes. Fully thwarted and upset, Mr. Gulver, the Bogan representative, admits defeat and somehow escapes any true diplomatic punishment.",
"The Bogans are a warring people from the planet Boge who have started four wars in the past twenty years throughout the galaxy. Because of their warlike tendencies, the Corps bends over backward to work with them to restore diplomacy to the galaxy. Boge has a trade agreement with the small, underpopulated planet of d’Land, which they use to their advantage in hatching their plan to overtake them. They also have a hold over the planet of Croanie, which controls the vineyard mortgages on the planet of Lovenbroy. The Bogan representative, Mr. Gulver, manipulates the incompetent functions of the Corps to procure grants for 500 armored tractors to be sent to Croanie, which cannot process that amount. The plan is to send the excess to Boge. In addition, he has worked out an agreement with Second Secretary Magnan to send 2,000 students to d’Land’s technical college, which cannot accommodate that many students. Retief discovers that the students’ luggage contains guns, and so he puts all the pieces together and discovers the Bogans’ plan to overtake d’Land rather than sublimate themselves. Retief sends the students to Lovenbroy to help harvest the grapes, and the guns are confiscated by representatives from the Armaments department."
] | [1] Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net CULTURAL EXCHANGE BY KEITH LAUMER It was a simple student exchange—but Retief gave them more of an education than they expected!
[2] [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962.
[3] Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
[4] I Second Secretary Magnan took his green-lined cape and orange-feathered beret from the clothes tree.
[5] "I'm off now, Retief," he said.
[6] "I hope you'll manage the administrative routine during my absence without any unfortunate incidents."
[7] "That seems a modest enough hope," Retief said.
[8] "I'll try to live up to it."
[9] "I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily.
[10] "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles.
[11] I fancy I've made MUDDLE what it is today.
[12] Frankly, I question the wisdom of placing you in charge of such a sensitive desk, even for two weeks.
[13] But remember.
[14] Yours is purely a rubber-stamp function."
[15] "In that case, let's leave it to Miss Furkle.
[16] I'll take a couple of weeks off myself.
[17] With her poundage, she could bring plenty of pressure to bear."
[18] "I assume you jest, Retief," Magnan said sadly.
[19] "I should expect even you to appreciate that Bogan participation in the Exchange Program may be the first step toward sublimation of their aggressions into more cultivated channels."
[20] "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record.
[21] "That's a sizable sublimation."
[22] Magnan nodded.
[23] "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades.
[24] They're known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster.
[25] Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy."
[26] "Breaking and entering," Retief said.
[27] "You may have something there.
[28] But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land.
[29] That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety."
[30] "Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors," Magnan said.
[31] "Our function is merely to bring them together.
[32] See that you don't antagonize the Bogan representative.
[33] This will be an excellent opportunity for you to practice your diplomatic restraint—not your strong point, I'm sure you'll agree."
[34] A buzzer sounded.
[35] Retief punched a button.
[36] "What is it, Miss Furkle?"
[37] "That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again."
[38] On the small desk screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.
[39] "This fellow's a confounded pest.
[40] I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said.
[41] "Tell him something.
[42] Get rid of him.
[43] And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you."
[44] "If I'd thought of that, I'd have worn my other suit," Retief said.
[45] Magnan snorted and passed from view.
[46] Retief punched Miss Furkle's button.
[47] "Send the bucolic person in."
[48] A tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket, stepped into the room.
[49] He had a bundle under his arm.
[50] He paused at sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held out his hand.
[51] Retief took it.
[52] For a moment the two big men stood, face to face.
[53] The newcomer's jaw muscles knotted.
[54] Then he winced.
[55] Retief dropped his hand and motioned to a chair.
[56] "That's nice knuckle work, mister," the stranger said, massaging his hand.
[57] "First time anybody ever did that to me.
[58] My fault though.
[59] I started it, I guess."
[60] He grinned and sat down.
[61] "What can I do for you?"
[62] Retief said.
[63] "You work for this Culture bunch, do you?
[64] Funny.
[65] I thought they were all ribbon-counter boys.
[66] Never mind.
[67] I'm Hank Arapoulous.
[68] I'm a farmer.
[69] What I wanted to see you about was—" He shifted in his chair.
[70] "Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem.
[71] The wine crop is just about ready.
[72] We start picking in another two, three months.
[73] Now I don't know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?"
[74] "No," Retief said.
[75] "Have a cigar?"
[76] He pushed a box across the desk.
[77] Arapoulous took one.
[78] "Bacchus vines are an unusual crop," he said, puffing the cigar alight.
[79] "Only mature every twelve years.
[80] In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own.
[81] We like to farm, though.
[82] Spend a lot of time developing new forms.
[83] Apples the size of a melon—and sweet—" "Sounds very pleasant," Retief said.
[84] "Where does the Libraries and Education Division come in?"
[85] Arapoulous leaned forward.
[86] "We go in pretty heavy for the arts.
[87] Folks can't spend all their time hybridizing plants.
[88] We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms.
[89] Course, we left some sizable forest areas for hunting and such.
[90] Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.
[91] Retief."
[92] "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous.
[93] Just what—" "Call me Hank.
[94] We've got long seasons back home.
[95] Five of 'em.
[96] Our year's about eighteen Terry months.
[97] Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know.
[98] Blue-black sky, stars visible all day.
[99] We do mostly painting and sculpture in the winter.
[100] Then Spring; still plenty cold.
[101] Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers.
[102] Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said.
[103] "Beautiful work."
[104] Arapoulous nodded.
[105] "All local timbers too.
[106] Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you.
[107] Then comes the Monsoon.
[108] Rain—it comes down in sheets.
[109] But the sun's getting closer.
[110] Shines all the time.
[111] Ever seen it pouring rain in the sunshine?
[112] That's the music-writing season.
[113] Then summer.
[114] Summer's hot.
[115] We stay inside in the daytime and have beach parties all night.
[116] Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands.
[117] That's the drama and symphony time.
[118] The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore.
[119] You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...." "You say it's time now for the wine crop?"
[120] "That's right.
[121] Autumn's our harvest season.
[122] Most years we have just the ordinary crops.
[123] Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long.
[124] We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones.
[125] We spend a lot of time in our houses.
[126] We like to have them comfortable.
[127] But this year's different.
[128] This is Wine Year."
[129] Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief.
[130] "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said.
[131] "We make enough to keep us going.
[132] But this year...." "The crop isn't panning out?"
[133] "Oh, the crop's fine.
[134] One of the best I can remember.
[135] Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests.
[136] The problem's not the crop."
[137] "Have you lost your markets?
[138] That sounds like a matter for the Commercial—" "Lost our markets?
[139] Mister, nobody that ever tasted our wines ever settled for anything else!"
[140] "It sounds like I've been missing something," said Retief.
[141] "I'll have to try them some time."
[142] Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings.
[143] "No time like the present," he said.
[144] Retief looked at the two squat bottles, one green, one amber, both dusty, with faded labels, and blackened corks secured by wire.
[145] "Drinking on duty is frowned on in the Corps, Mr. Arapoulous," he said.
[146] "This isn't drinking .
[147] It's just wine."
[148] Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
[149] It rose slowly, then popped in the air.
[150] Arapoulous caught it.
[151] Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle.
[152] "Besides, my feelings would be hurt if you didn't join me."
[153] He winked.
[154] Retief took two thin-walled glasses from a table beside the desk.
[155] "Come to think of it, we also have to be careful about violating quaint native customs."
[156] Arapoulous filled the glasses.
[157] Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow.
[158] He looked at Arapoulous thoughtfully.
[159] "Hmmm.
[160] It tastes like salted pecans, with an undercurrent of crusted port."
[161] "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said.
[162] He took a mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed.
[163] "It's Bacchus wine, that's all.
[164] Nothing like it in the Galaxy."
[165] He pushed the second bottle toward Retief.
[166] "The custom back home is to alternate red wine and black."
[167] Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up.
[168] "Bad luck if you miss the cork," Arapoulous said, nodding.
[169] "You probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years back?"
[170] "Can't say that I did, Hank."
[171] Retief poured the black wine into two fresh glasses.
[172] "Here's to the harvest."
[173] "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine.
[174] "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.
[175] We like to farm.
[176] About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a force.
[177] They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did.
[178] Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise.
[179] But it took a year, and we lost a lot of men."
[180] "That's too bad," Retief said.
[181] "I'd say this one tastes more like roast beef and popcorn over a Riesling base."
[182] "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on.
[183] "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie.
[184] Mortgaged our crops.
[185] Had to start exporting art work too.
[186] Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers."
[187] "Say, this business of alternating drinks is the real McCoy," Retief said.
[188] "What's the problem?
[189] Croanie about to foreclose?"
[190] "Well, the loan's due.
[191] The wine crop would put us in the clear.
[192] But we need harvest hands.
[193] Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could.
[194] Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy.
[195] Everybody joins in.
[196] First, there's the picking in the fields.
[197] Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there.
[198] Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between.
[199] The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine to the pickers.
[200] There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour....
[201] The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
[202] Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: roast turkeys, beef, hams, all kinds of fowl.
[203] Big salads.
[204] Plenty of fruit.
[205] Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine.
[206] The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews.
[207] "Then the wine-making.
[208] We still tramp out the vintage.
[209] That's mostly for the young folks but anybody's welcome.
[210] That's when things start to get loosened up.
[211] Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage.
[212] All bets are off then.
[213] It keeps a fellow on his toes though.
[214] Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer of grape juice?"
[215] "Never did," Retief said.
[216] "You say most of the children are born after a vintage.
[217] That would make them only twelve years old by the time—" "Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning."
[218] "I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight," Retief said.
[219] "Forty-two, Terry years," Arapoulous said.
[220] "But this year it looks bad.
[221] We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed.
[222] If we don't get a big vintage, Croanie steps in.
[223] Lord knows what they'll do to the land.
[224] Then next vintage time, with them holding half our grape acreage—" "You hocked the vineyards?"
[225] "Yep.
[226] Pretty dumb, huh?
[227] But we figured twelve years was a long time."
[228] "On the whole," Retief said, "I think I prefer the black.
[229] But the red is hard to beat...." "What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out.
[230] A loan to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands.
[231] Then we'd repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—" "Sorry, Hank.
[232] All we do here is work out itineraries for traveling side-shows, that kind of thing.
[233] Now, if you needed a troop of Groaci nose-flute players—" "Can they pick grapes?"
[234] "Nope.
[235] Anyway, they can't stand the daylight.
[236] Have you talked this over with the Labor Office?"
[237] "Sure did.
[238] They said they'd fix us up with all the electronics specialists and computer programmers we wanted—but no field hands.
[239] Said it was what they classified as menial drudgery; you'd have thought I was trying to buy slaves."
[240] The buzzer sounded.
[241] Miss Furkle's features appeared on the desk screen.
[242] "You're due at the Intergroup Council in five minutes," she said.
[243] "Then afterwards, there are the Bogan students to meet."
[244] "Thanks."
[245] Retief finished his glass, stood.
[246] "I have to run, Hank," he said.
[247] "Let me think this over.
[248] Maybe I can come up with something.
[249] Check with me day after tomorrow.
[250] And you'd better leave the bottles here.
[251] Cultural exhibits, you know."
[252] II As the council meeting broke up, Retief caught the eye of a colleague across the table.
[253] "Mr. Whaffle, you mentioned a shipment going to a place called Croanie.
[254] What are they getting?"
[255] Whaffle blinked.
[256] "You're the fellow who's filling in for Magnan, over at MUDDLE," he said.
[257] "Properly speaking, equipment grants are the sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and Exchanges."
[258] He pursed his lips.
[259] "However, I suppose there's no harm in telling you.
[260] They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment."
[261] "Drill rigs, that sort of thing?"
[262] "Strip mining gear."
[263] Whaffle took a slip of paper from a breast pocket, blinked at it.
[264] "Bolo Model WV/1 tractors, to be specific.
[265] Why is MUDDLE interested in MEDDLE's activities?"
[266] "Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle.
[267] It's just that Croanie cropped up earlier today.
[268] It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over on—" "That's not MEDDLE's affair, sir," Whaffle cut in.
[269] "I have sufficient problems as Chief of MEDDLE without probing into MUDDLE'S business."
[270] "Speaking of tractors," another man put in, "we over at the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Under-developed Nations' General Economies have been trying for months to get a request for mining equipment for d'Land through MEDDLE—" "SCROUNGE was late on the scene," Whaffle said.
[271] "First come, first served.
[272] That's our policy at MEDDLE.
[273] Good day, gentlemen."
[274] He strode off, briefcase under his arm.
[275] "That's the trouble with peaceful worlds," the SCROUNGE committeeman said.
[276] "Boge is a troublemaker, so every agency in the Corps is out to pacify her.
[277] While my chance to make a record—that is, assist peace-loving d'Land—comes to naught."
[278] He shook his head.
[279] "What kind of university do they have on d'Land?"
[280] asked Retief.
[281] "We're sending them two thousand exchange students.
[282] It must be quite an institution."
[283] "University?
[284] D'Land has one under-endowed technical college."
[285] "Will all the exchange students be studying at the Technical College?"
[286] "Two thousand students?
[287] Hah!
[288] Two hundred students would overtax the facilities of the college."
[289] "I wonder if the Bogans know that?"
[290] "The Bogans?
[291] Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise trade agreement she entered into with Boge.
[292] Two thousand students indeed!"
[293] He snorted and walked away.
[294] Retief stopped by the office to pick up a short cape, then rode the elevator to the roof of the 230-story Corps HQ building and hailed a cab to the port.
[295] The Bogan students had arrived early.
[296] Retief saw them lined up on the ramp waiting to go through customs.
[297] It would be half an hour before they were cleared through.
[298] He turned into the bar and ordered a beer.
[299] A tall young fellow on the next stool raised his glass.
[300] "Happy days," he said.
[301] "And nights to match."
[302] "You said it."
[303] He gulped half his beer.
[304] "My name's Karsh.
[305] Mr. Karsh.
[306] Yep, Mr. Karsh.
[307] Boy, this is a drag, sitting around this place waiting...." "You meeting somebody?"
[308] "Yeah.
[309] Bunch of babies.
[310] Kids.
[311] How they expect—Never mind.
[312] Have one on me."
[313] "Thanks.
[314] You a Scoutmaster?"
[315] "I'll tell you what I am.
[316] I'm a cradle-robber.
[317] You know—" he turned to Retief—"not one of those kids is over eighteen."
[318] He hiccupped.
[319] "Students, you know.
[320] Never saw a student with a beard, did you?"
[321] "Lots of times.
[322] You're meeting the students, are you?"
[323] The young fellow blinked at Retief.
[324] "Oh, you know about it, huh?"
[325] "I represent MUDDLE."
[326] Karsh finished his beer, ordered another.
[327] "I came on ahead.
[328] Sort of an advance guard for the kids.
[329] I trained 'em myself.
[330] Treated it like a game, but they can handle a CSU.
[331] Don't know how they'll act under pressure.
[332] If I had my old platoon—" He looked at his beer glass, pushed it back.
[333] "Had enough," he said.
[334] "So long, friend.
[335] Or are you coming along?"
[336] Retief nodded.
[337] "Might as well."
[338] At the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to attention, his chest out.
[339] "Drop that, mister," Karsh snapped.
[340] "Is that any way for a student to act?"
[341] The youth, a round-faced lad with broad shoulders, grinned.
[342] "Heck, no," he said.
[343] "Say, uh, Mr. Karsh, are we gonna get to go to town?
[344] We fellas were thinking—" "You were, hah?
[345] You act like a bunch of school kids!
[346] I mean ... no!
[347] Now line up!"
[348] "We have quarters ready for the students," Retief said.
[349] "If you'd like to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid on."
[350] "Thanks," said Karsh.
[351] "They'll stay here until take-off time.
[352] Can't have the little dears wandering around loose.
[353] Might get ideas about going over the hill."
[354] He hiccupped.
[355] "I mean they might play hookey."
[356] "We've scheduled your re-embarkation for noon tomorrow.
[357] That's a long wait.
[358] MUDDLE's arranged theater tickets and a dinner."
[359] "Sorry," Karsh said.
[360] "As soon as the baggage gets here, we're off."
[361] He hiccupped again.
[362] "Can't travel without our baggage, y'know."
[363] "Suit yourself," Retief said.
[364] "Where's the baggage now?"
[365] "Coming in aboard a Croanie lighter."
[366] "Maybe you'd like to arrange for a meal for the students here."
[367] "Sure," Karsh said.
[368] "That's a good idea.
[369] Why don't you join us?"
[370] Karsh winked.
[371] "And bring a few beers."
[372] "Not this time," Retief said.
[373] He watched the students, still emerging from Customs.
[374] "They seem to be all boys," he commented.
[375] "No female students?"
[376] "Maybe later," Karsh said.
[377] "You know, after we see how the first bunch is received."
[378] Back at the MUDDLE office, Retief buzzed Miss Furkle.
[379] "Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound for?"
[380] "Why, the University at d'Land, of course."
[381] "Would that be the Technical College?"
[382] Miss Furkle's mouth puckered.
[383] "I'm sure I've never pried into these details."
[384] "Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?"
[385] Retief said.
[386] "Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are travelling so far to study—at Corps expense."
[387] "Mr. Magnan never—" "For the present.
[388] Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing.
[389] That leaves me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors.
[390] But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation to Boge.
[391] And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on Lovenbroy."
[392] "Well!"
[393] Miss Furkle snapped, small eyes glaring under unplucked brows.
[394] "I hope you're not questioning Mr. Magnan's wisdom!"
[395] "About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question," Retief said.
[396] "But never mind.
[397] I'd like you to look up an item for me.
[398] How many tractors will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?"
[399] "Why, that's entirely MEDDLE business," Miss Furkle said.
[400] "Mr. Magnan always—" "I'm sure he did.
[401] Let me know about the tractors as soon as you can."
[402] Miss Furkle sniffed and disappeared from the screen.
[403] Retief left the office, descended forty-one stories, followed a corridor to the Corps Library.
[404] In the stacks he thumbed through catalogues, pored over indices.
[405] "Can I help you?"
[406] someone chirped.
[407] A tiny librarian stood at his elbow.
[408] "Thank you, ma'am," Retief said.
[409] "I'm looking for information on a mining rig.
[410] A Bolo model WV tractor."
[411] "You won't find it in the industrial section," the librarian said.
[412] "Come along."
[413] Retief followed her along the stacks to a well-lit section lettered ARMAMENTS.
[414] She took a tape from the shelf, plugged it into the viewer, flipped through and stopped at a squat armored vehicle.
[415] "That's the model WV," she said.
[416] "It's what is known as a continental siege unit.
[417] It carries four men, with a half-megaton/second firepower."
[418] "There must be an error somewhere," Retief said.
[419] "The Bolo model I want is a tractor.
[420] Model WV M-1—" "Oh, the modification was the addition of a bulldozer blade for demolition work.
[421] That must be what confused you."
[422] "Probably—among other things.
[423] Thank you."
[424] Miss Furkle was waiting at the office.
[425] "I have the information you wanted," she said.
[426] "I've had it for over ten minutes.
[427] I was under the impression you needed it urgently, and I went to great lengths—" "Sure," Retief said.
[428] "Shoot.
[429] How many tractors?"
[430] "Five hundred."
[431] "Are you sure?"
[432] Miss Furkle's chins quivered.
[433] "Well!
[434] If you feel I'm incompetent—" "Just questioning the possibility of a mistake, Miss Furkle.
[435] Five hundred tractors is a lot of equipment."
[436] "Was there anything further?"
[437] Miss Furkle inquired frigidly.
[438] "I sincerely hope not," Retief said.
[439] III Leaning back in Magnan's padded chair with power swivel and hip-u-matic concontour, Retief leafed through a folder labelled "CERP 7-602-Ba; CROANIE (general)."
[440] He paused at a page headed Industry.
[441] Still reading, he opened the desk drawer, took out the two bottles of Bacchus wine and two glasses.
[442] He poured an inch of wine into each and sipped the black wine meditatively.
[443] It would be a pity, he reflected, if anything should interfere with the production of such vintages.... Half an hour later he laid the folder aside, keyed the phone and put through a call to the Croanie Legation.
[444] He asked for the Commercial Attache.
[445] "Retief here, Corps HQ," he said airily.
[446] "About the MEDDLE shipment, the tractors.
[447] I'm wondering if there's been a slip up.
[448] My records show we're shipping five hundred units...." "That's correct.
[449] Five hundred."
[450] Retief waited.
[451] "Ah ... are you there, Retief?"
[452] "I'm still here.
[453] And I'm still wondering about the five hundred tractors."
[454] "It's perfectly in order.
[455] I thought it was all settled.
[456] Mr. Whaffle—" "One unit would require a good-sized plant to handle its output," Retief said.
[457] "Now Croanie subsists on her fisheries.
[458] She has perhaps half a dozen pint-sized processing plants.
[459] Maybe, in a bind, they could handle the ore ten WV's could scrape up ... if Croanie had any ore.
[460] It doesn't.
[461] By the way, isn't a WV a poor choice as a mining outfit?
[462] I should think—" "See here, Retief!
[463] Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?
[464] And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the equipment?
[465] That's an internal affair of my government.
[466] Mr. Whaffle—" "I'm not Mr. Whaffle.
[467] What are you going to do with the other four hundred and ninety tractors?"
[468] "I understood the grant was to be with no strings attached!"
[469] "I know it's bad manners to ask questions.
[470] It's an old diplomatic tradition that any time you can get anybody to accept anything as a gift, you've scored points in the game.
[471] But if Croanie has some scheme cooking—" "Nothing like that, Retief.
[472] It's a mere business transaction."
[473] "What kind of business do you do with a Bolo WV?
[474] With or without a blade attached, it's what's known as a continental siege unit."
[475] "Great Heavens, Retief!
[476] Don't jump to conclusions!
[477] Would you have us branded as warmongers?
[478] Frankly—is this a closed line?"
[479] "Certainly.
[480] You may speak freely."
[481] "The tractors are for transshipment.
[482] We've gotten ourselves into a difficult situation, balance-of-payments-wise.
[483] This is an accommodation to a group with which we have rather strong business ties."
[484] "I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy," Retief said.
[485] "Any connection?"
[486] "Why ... ah ... no.
[487] Of course not, ha ha."
[488] "Who gets the tractors eventually?"
[489] "Retief, this is unwarranted interference!"
[490] "Who gets them?"
[491] "They happen to be going to Lovenbroy.
[492] But I scarcely see—" "And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized transshipment of grant material?"
[493] "Why ... ah ...
[494] I've been working with a Mr. Gulver, a Bogan representative."
[495] "And when will they be shipped?"
[496] "Why, they went out a week ago.
[497] They'll be half way there by now.
[498] But look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!"
[499] "How do you know what I'm thinking?
[500] I don't know myself."
[501] Retief rang off, buzzed the secretary.
[502] "Miss Furkle, I'd like to be notified immediately of any new applications that might come in from the Bogan Consulate for placement of students."
[503] "Well, it happens, by coincidence, that I have an application here now.
[504] Mr. Gulver of the Consulate brought it in."
[505] "Is Mr. Gulver in the office?
[506] I'd like to see him."
[507] "I'll ask him if he has time."
[508] "Great.
[509] Thanks."
[510] It was half a minute before a thick-necked red-faced man in a tight hat walked in.
[511] He wore an old-fashioned suit, a drab shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.
[512] "What is it you wish?"
[513] he barked.
[514] "I understood in my discussions with the other ... ah ... civilian there'd be no further need for these irritating conferences."
[515] "I've just learned you're placing more students abroad, Mr. Gulver.
[516] How many this time?"
[517] "Two thousand."
[518] "And where will they be going?"
[519] "Croanie.
[520] It's all in the application form I've handed in.
[521] Your job is to provide transportation."
[522] "Will there be any other students embarking this season?"
[523] "Why ... perhaps.
[524] That's Boge's business."
[525] Gulver looked at Retief with pursed lips.
[526] "As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another two thousand to Featherweight."
[527] "Another under-populated world—and in the same cluster, I believe," Retief said.
[528] "Your people must be unusually interested in that region of space."
[529] "If that's all you wanted to know, I'll be on my way.
[530] I have matters of importance to see to."
[531] After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in.
[532] "I'd like to have a break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the present program," he said.
[533] "And see if you can get a summary of what MEDDLE has been shipping lately."
[534] Miss Furkle compressed her lips.
[535] "If Mr. Magnan were here, I'm sure he wouldn't dream of interfering in the work of other departments.
[536] I ... overheard your conversation with the gentleman from the Croanie Legation—" "The lists, Miss Furkle."
[537] "I'm not accustomed," Miss Furkle said, "to intruding in matters outside our interest cluster."
[538] "That's worse than listening in on phone conversations, eh?
[539] But never mind.
[540] I need the information, Miss Furkle."
[541] "Loyalty to my Chief—" "Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material I've asked for," Retief said.
[542] "I'm taking full responsibility.
[543] Now scat."
[544] The buzzer sounded.
[545] Retief flipped a key.
[546] "MUDDLE, Retief speaking...." Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen.
[547] "How-do, Retief.
[548] Okay if I come up?"
[549] "Sure, Hank.
[550] I want to talk to you."
[551] In the office, Arapoulous took a chair.
[552] "Sorry if I'm rushing you, Retief," he said.
[553] "But have you got anything for me?"
[554] Retief waved at the wine bottles.
[555] "What do you know about Croanie?"
[556] "Croanie?
[557] Not much of a place.
[558] Mostly ocean.
[559] All right if you like fish, I guess.
[560] We import our seafood from there.
[561] Nice prawns in monsoon time.
[562] Over a foot long."
[563] "You on good terms with them?"
[564] "Sure, I guess so.
[565] Course, they're pretty thick with Boge."
[566] "So?"
[567] "Didn't I tell you?
[568] Boge was the bunch that tried to take us over here a dozen years back.
[569] They'd've made it too, if they hadn't had a lot of bad luck.
[570] Their armor went in the drink, and without armor they're easy game."
[571] Miss Furkle buzzed.
[572] "I have your lists," she said shortly.
[573] "Bring them in, please."
[574] The secretary placed the papers on the desk.
[575] Arapoulous caught her eye and grinned.
[576] She sniffed and marched from the room.
[577] "What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash," Arapoulous observed.
[578] Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time to time.
[579] He finished and looked at Arapoulous.
[580] "How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?"
[581] Retief inquired.
[582] Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.
[583] "A hundred would help," he said.
[584] "A thousand would be better.
[585] Cheers."
[586] "What would you say to two thousand?"
[587] "Two thousand?
[588] Retief, you're not fooling?"
[589] "I hope not."
[590] He picked up the phone, called the Port Authority, asked for the dispatch clerk.
[591] "Hello, Jim.
[592] Say, I have a favor to ask of you.
[593] You know that contingent of Bogan students.
[594] They're traveling aboard the two CDT transports.
[595] I'm interested in the baggage that goes with the students.
[596] Has it arrived yet?
[597] Okay, I'll wait."
[598] Jim came back to the phone.
[599] "Yeah, Retief, it's here.
[600] Just arrived.
[601] But there's a funny thing.
[602] It's not consigned to d'Land.
[603] It's ticketed clear through to Lovenbroy."
[604] "Listen, Jim," Retief said.
[605] "I want you to go over to the warehouse and take a look at that baggage for me."
[606] Retief waited while the dispatch clerk carried out the errand.
[607] The level in the two bottles had gone down an inch when Jim returned to the phone.
[608] "Hey, I took a look at that baggage, Retief.
[609] Something funny going on.
[610] Guns.
[611] 2mm needlers, Mark XII hand blasters, power pistols—" "It's okay, Jim.
[612] Nothing to worry about.
[613] Just a mix-up.
[614] Now, Jim, I'm going to ask you to do something more for me.
[615] I'm covering for a friend.
[616] It seems he slipped up.
[617] I wouldn't want word to get out, you understand.
[618] I'll send along a written change order in the morning that will cover you officially.
[619] Meanwhile, here's what I want you to do...." Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous.
[620] "As soon as I get off a couple of TWX's, I think we'd better get down to the port, Hank.
[621] I think I'd like to see the students off personally."
[622] IV Karsh met Retief as he entered the Departures enclosure at the port.
[623] "What's going on here?"
[624] he demanded.
[625] "There's some funny business with my baggage consignment.
[626] They won't let me see it!
[627] I've got a feeling it's not being loaded."
[628] "You'd better hurry, Mr. Karsh," Retief said.
[629] "You're scheduled to blast off in less than an hour.
[630] Are the students all loaded?"
[631] "Yes, blast you!
[632] What about my baggage?
[633] Those vessels aren't moving without it!"
[634] "No need to get so upset about a few toothbrushes, is there, Mr.
[635] Karsh?"
[636] Retief said blandly.
[637] "Still, if you're worried—" He turned to Arapoulous.
[638] "Hank, why don't you walk Mr. Karsh over to the warehouse and ... ah ... take care of him?"
[639] "I know just how to handle it," Arapoulous said.
[640] The dispatch clerk came up to Retief.
[641] "I caught the tractor equipment," he said.
[642] "Funny kind of mistake, but it's okay now.
[643] They're being off-loaded at d'Land.
[644] I talked to the traffic controller there.
[645] He said they weren't looking for any students."
[646] "The labels got switched, Jim.
[647] The students go where the baggage was consigned.
[648] Too bad about the mistake, but the Armaments Office will have a man along in a little while to dispose of the guns.
[649] Keep an eye out for the luggage.
[650] No telling where it's gotten to."
[651] "Here!"
[652] a hoarse voice yelled.
[653] Retief turned.
[654] A disheveled figure in a tight hat was crossing the enclosure, arms waving.
[655] "Hi there, Mr. Gulver," Retief called.
[656] "How's Boge's business coming along?"
[657] "Piracy!"
[658] Gulver blurted as he came up to Retief, puffing hard.
[659] "You've got a hand in this, I don't doubt!
[660] Where's that Magnan fellow?"
[661] "What seems to be the problem?"
[662] Retief said.
[663] "Hold those transports!
[664] I've just been notified that the baggage shipment has been impounded.
[665] I'll remind you, that shipment enjoys diplomatic free entry!"
[666] "Who told you it was impounded?"
[667] "Never mind!
[668] I have my sources!"
[669] Two tall men buttoned into gray tunics came up.
[670] "Are you Mr. Retief of CDT?"
[671] one said.
[672] "That's right."
[673] "What about my baggage!"
[674] Gulver cut in.
[675] "And I'm warning you, if those ships lift without—" "These gentlemen are from the Armaments Control Commission," Retief said.
[676] "Would you like to come along and claim your baggage, Mr.
[677] Gulver?"
[678] "From where?
[679] I—" Gulver turned two shades redder about the ears.
[680] "Armaments?"
[681] "The only shipment I've held up seems to be somebody's arsenal," Retief said.
[682] "Now if you claim this is your baggage...." "Why, impossible," Gulver said in a strained voice.
[683] "Armaments?
[684] Ridiculous.
[685] There's been an error...." At the baggage warehouse Gulver looked glumly at the opened cases of guns.
[686] "No, of course not," he said dully.
[687] "Not my baggage.
[688] Not my baggage at all."
[689] Arapoulous appeared, supporting the stumbling figure of Mr. Karsh.
[690] "What—what's this?"
[691] Gulver spluttered.
[692] "Karsh?
[693] What's happened?"
[694] "He had a little fall.
[695] He'll be okay," Arapoulous said.
[696] "You'd better help him to the ship," Retief said.
[697] "It's ready to lift.
[698] We wouldn't want him to miss it."
[699] "Leave him to me!"
[700] Gulver snapped, his eyes slashing at Karsh.
[701] "I'll see he's dealt with."
[702] "I couldn't think of it," Retief said.
[703] "He's a guest of the Corps, you know.
[704] We'll see him safely aboard."
[705] Gulver turned, signaled frantically.
[706] Three heavy-set men in identical drab suits detached themselves from the wall, crossed to the group.
[707] "Take this man," Gulver snapped, indicating Karsh, who looked at him dazedly, reached up to rub his head.
[708] "We take our hospitality seriously," Retief said.
[709] "We'll see him aboard the vessel."
[710] Gulver opened his mouth.
[711] "I know you feel bad about finding guns instead of school books in your luggage," Retief said, looking Gulver in the eye.
[712] "You'll be busy straightening out the details of the mix-up.
[713] You'll want to avoid further complications."
[714] "Ah.
[715] Ulp.
[716] Yes," Gulver said.
[717] He appeared unhappy.
[718] Arapoulous went on to the passenger conveyor, turned to wave.
[719] "Your man—he's going too?"
[720] Gulver blurted.
[721] "He's not our man, properly speaking," Retief said.
[722] "He lives on Lovenbroy."
[723] "Lovenbroy?"
[724] Gulver choked.
[725] "But ... the ...
[726] I...." "I know you said the students were bound for d'Land," Retief said.
[727] "But I guess that was just another aspect of the general confusion.
[728] The course plugged into the navigators was to Lovenbroy.
[729] You'll be glad to know they're still headed there—even without the baggage."
[730] "Perhaps," Gulver said grimly, "perhaps they'll manage without it."
[731] "By the way," Retief said.
[732] "There was another funny mix-up.
[733] There were some tractors—for industrial use, you'll recall.
[734] I believe you co-operated with Croanie in arranging the grant through MEDDLE.
[735] They were erroneously consigned to Lovenbroy, a purely agricultural world.
[736] I saved you some embarrassment, I trust, Mr. Gulver, by arranging to have them off-loaded at d'Land."
[737] "D'Land!
[738] You've put the CSU's in the hands of Boge's bitterest enemies!"
[739] "But they're only tractors, Mr. Gulver.
[740] Peaceful devices.
[741] Isn't that correct?"
[742] "That's ...
[743] correct."
[744] Gulver sagged.
[745] Then he snapped erect.
[746] "Hold the ships!"
[747] he yelled.
[748] "I'm canceling the student exchange—" His voice was drowned by the rumble as the first of the monster transports rose from the launch pit, followed a moment later by the second, Retief watched them out of sight, then turned to Gulver.
[749] "They're off," he said.
[750] "Let's hope they get a liberal education."
[751] V Retief lay on his back in deep grass by a stream, eating grapes.
[752] A tall figure appeared on the knoll above him and waved.
[753] "Retief!"
[754] Hank Arapoulous bounded down the slope and embraced Retief, slapping him on the back.
[755] "I heard you were here—and I've got news for you.
[756] You won the final day's picking competition.
[757] Over two hundred bushels!
[758] That's a record!"
[759] "Let's get on over to the garden.
[760] Sounds like the celebration's about to start."
[761] In the flower-crowded park among the stripped vines, Retief and Arapoulous made their way to a laden table under the lanterns.
[762] A tall girl dressed in loose white, and with long golden hair, came up to Arapoulous.
[763] "Delinda, this is Retief—today's winner.
[764] And he's also the fellow that got those workers for us."
[765] Delinda smiled at Retief.
[766] "I've heard about you, Mr. Retief.
[767] We weren't sure about the boys at first.
[768] Two thousand Bogans, and all confused about their baggage that went astray.
[769] But they seemed to like the picking."
[770] She smiled again.
[771] "That's not all.
[772] Our gals liked the boys," Hank said.
[773] "Even Bogans aren't so bad, minus their irons.
[774] A lot of 'em will be staying on.
[775] But how come you didn't tell me you were coming, Retief?
[776] I'd have laid on some kind of big welcome."
[777] "I liked the welcome I got.
[778] And I didn't have much notice.
[779] Mr. Magnan was a little upset when he got back.
[780] It seems I exceeded my authority."
[781] Arapoulous laughed.
[782] "I had a feeling you were wheeling pretty free, Retief.
[783] I hope you didn't get into any trouble over it."
[784] "No trouble," Retief said.
[785] "A few people were a little unhappy with me.
[786] It seems I'm not ready for important assignments at Departmental level.
[787] I was shipped off here to the boondocks to get a little more experience."
[788] "Delinda, look after Retief," said Arapoulous.
[789] "I'll see you later.
[790] I've got to see to the wine judging."
[791] He disappeared in the crowd.
[792] "Congratulations on winning the day," said Delinda.
[793] "I noticed you at work.
[794] You were wonderful.
[795] I'm glad you're going to have the prize."
[796] "Thanks.
[797] I noticed you too, flitting around in that white nightie of yours.
[798] But why weren't you picking grapes with the rest of us?"
[799] "I had a special assignment."
[800] "Too bad.
[801] You should have had a chance at the prize."
[802] Delinda took Retief's hand.
[803] "I wouldn't have anyway," she said.
[804] "I'm the prize." | Here is the ranking of the context sentences in order of importance for answering the question "Who are the Bogans, and what happens to their plan?":
1. [23] The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. They're known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster.
2. [24] Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy.
3. [19] I should expect even you to appreciate that Bogan participation in the Exchange Program may be the first step toward sublimation of their aggressions into more cultivated channels.
4. [20] "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record.
5. [21] "That's a sizable sublimation."
6. [28] "I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety."
7. [283] "D'Land has one under-endowed technical college."
8. [287] "Two hundred students would overtax the facilities of the college."
9. [289] "I wonder if the Bogans know that?"
10. [290] "The Bogans? Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise trade agreement she entered into with Boge."
11. [291] "Two thousand students indeed!"
12. [292] He snorted and walked away.
13. [298] The Bogan students had arrived early.
14. [299] Retief saw them lined up on the ramp waiting to go through customs.
15. [300] It would be half an hour before they were cleared through.
16. [301] He turned into the bar and ordered a beer.
17. [302] A tall young fellow on the next stool raised his glass.
18. [303] "Happy days," he said.
19. [304] "And nights to match."
20. [305] "You said it."
21. [306] He gulped half his beer.
22. [307] "My name's Karsh."
23. [308] "Mr. Karsh."
24. [309] "Yep, Mr. Karsh."
25. [310] "Boy, this is a drag, sitting around this place waiting...."
26. [311] "You meeting somebody?"
27. [312] "Yeah."
28. [313] "Bunch of babies."
29. [314] "Kids."
30. [315] "How they expect—Never mind."
31. [316] "Have one on me."
32. [317] "Thanks."
33. [318] "You a Scoutmaster?"
34. [319] "I'll tell you what I am."
35. [320] "I'm a cradle-robber."
36. [321] "You know—" he turned to Retief—"not one of those kids is over eighteen."
37. [322] He hiccupped.
38. [323] "Students, you know."
39. [324] "Never saw a student with a beard, did you?"
40. [325] "Lots of times."
41. [326] "You're meeting the students, are you?"
42. [327] The young fellow blinked at Retief.
43. [328] "Oh, you know about it, huh?"
44. [329] "I represent MUDDLE."
45. [330] Karsh finished his beer, ordered another.
46. [331] "I came on ahead."
47. [332] "Sort of an advance guard for the kids."
48. [333] "I trained 'em myself."
49. [334] "Treated it like a game, but they can handle a CSU."
50. [335] "Don't know how they'll act under pressure."
51. [336] "If I had my old platoon—" He looked at his beer glass, pushed it back.
52. [337] "Had enough," he said.
53. [338] "So long, friend."
54. [339] "Or are you coming along?"
55. [340] Retief nodded.
56. [341] "Might as well."
57. [342] At the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to attention, his chest out.
58. [343] "Drop that, mister," Karsh snapped.
59. [344] "Is that any way for a student to act?"
60. [345] The youth, a round-faced lad with broad shoulders, grinned.
61. [346] "Heck, no," he said.
62. [347] "Say, uh, Mr. Karsh, are we gonna get to go to town?"
63. [348] "We fellas were thinking—"
64. [349] "You were, hah?"
65. [350] "You act like a bunch of school kids!"
66. [351] "I mean ... no!"
67. [352] "Now line up!"
68. [353] "We have quarters ready for the students," Retief said.
69. [354] "If you'd like to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid on."
70. [355] "Thanks," said Karsh.
71. [356] "They'll stay here until take-off time."
72. [357] "Can't have the little dears wandering around loose."
73. [358] "Might get ideas about going over the hill."
74. [359] He hiccupped.
75. [360] "I mean they might play hookey."
76. [361] "We've scheduled your re-embarkation for noon tomorrow."
77. [362] "That's a long wait."
78. [363] "MUDDLE's arranged theater tickets and a dinner."
79. [364] "Sorry," Karsh said.
80. [365] "As soon as the baggage gets here, we're off."
81. [366] He hiccupped again.
82. [367] "Can't travel without our baggage, y'know."
83. [368] "Suit yourself," Retief said.
84. [369] "Where's the baggage now?"
85. [370] "Coming in aboard a Croanie lighter."
86. [371] "Maybe you'd like to arrange for a meal for the students here."
87. [372] "Sure," Karsh said.
88. [373] "That's a good idea."
89. [374] "Why don't you join us?"
90. [375] Karsh winked.
91. [376] "And bring a few beers."
92. [377] "Not this time," Retief said.
93. [378] He watched the students, still emerging from Customs.
94. [379] "They seem to be all boys," he commented.
95. [380] "No female students?"
96. [381] "Maybe later," Karsh said.
97. [382] "You know, after we see how the first bunch is received." |
Who is Hank Arapoulous, and what does he do in the story? | [
"Hank Arapoulousis is first described as a “bucolic person from Lovenbroy.” He is a farmer, tall with bronze skin and gray hair, who comes to MUDDLE’s office to discuss the harvest problems in Lovenbroy. They grow Bacchus vines, which only mature once every twelve years. This year is a harvest year, but they don’t have enough people to harvest the grapes. Arapoulousis explains to Retief that a few years ago, Boge landed a force on Lovenbroy to try to mine their minerals by strip-mining. Lovenbroy fought back for a year but lost a lot of its men. This created financial problems, so Lovenbroy borrowed money from Croanie, mortgaging its crops. The loan is due, and the wine crop will cover the loan amount, but they don’t have enough people to harvest the grapes. He is worried that if they don’t have a great harvest, Croanie will come in and start mining. Also, if they default on the loan, Croanie will hold half of the grape acreage that they used to secure the loan. Arapoulousis has also asked for help from the Labor Office, but they only offered to send them machinery, and machines cannot harvest the grapes. He returns to see Retief the following day to find out if Retief has discovered a way to help. When Mr. Karsh makes a scene about the missing luggage for the exchange students, Retief has Arapoulousis take Karsh away and “take care of him.” When they return, Karsh is stumbling and needs support to stand up. Arapoulousis explains that Karsh fell. \nRetief sends the exchange students to Lovenbroy with Arapoulousis to help with the harvest. As the harvest is winding down, Arapoulousis tells Retief that Retief has won the award for the picking competition. Arapoulousis is also the person who judges the wine contest.",
"Hank Arapolous is a farmer from the planet Lovenbroy, who beseeches Retief to send laborers to help with their grape harvest. He is described as tall and broad with gray hair and tanned skin, and he says he is 28 in Lovenbroy years, or 42 in terrestrial years. He is friendly, honest, and informal, though he is worried throughout most of the story about his people and his planet. He asks Retief for help getting labor to assist with Lovenbroy’s grape harvest so they don’t default on their debt to another planet, Croanie. He also informs Retief about Lovenbroy’s relationships and history with other planets, which helps Retief put the pieces together regarding what the Bogans are trying to do. He assists Retief with his plans and introduces him to Lovenbroy wine.",
"Hank Arapoulous is a farmer from Lovenbroy. He tends to the land and is very invested in the arts and architecture part of his culture as well. Although he hybridizes fruit as well for his job (apples the size of melons!), his love for his home planet comes first. He is a very stocky and sturdy man, around Retief’s height. He is middle-aged, in his early 40s in Terrestrial years but only 28 in Lovenbroy years. He’s a silver fox with gray hair and tan skin. \n\tArapoulous arrives at MUDDLE in need of help and assistance. The Bacchus wine, which he cultivates, has two varieties, red and black. The crop is only harvested every 12 years, but this year they have a shortage of harvesters. He asks Retief to send over some pickers since the other departments had already turned him down. \n\tArapoulous plays a very important role in this story as he introduces Retief to the diplomatic relations between Lovenbroy, Croanie, and the Borge. After explaining that the Lovenbroy are in debt to the Croanie (who came to their aid after a one-year war with the Boge), Retief soon realizes that a great plot is at hand. When all is discovered and Retief manages to thwart the Borge takeover of Lovenbroy, Arapoulous helps him interrogate and punish Karsh, the militaristic leader of the Borge boys. \n\tVictorious and proud, Arapoulous returns to Lovenbroy with 2,000 mighty helping hands. The Borge boys who were trained to take over Lovenbroy are now being used to harvest its mighty crop. Arapoulous is thrilled at the turn of events, especially since only hoped for 100 men, and is even more excited when he learns that Retief might be staying on Lovenbroy for a while. With his home safe from prying eyes and greedy hands, Arapoulous ends the story on a high note.",
"Hank Arapoulous is a representative from the planet Lovenbroy. He is a farmer who is very passionate about the Bacchus vines they grow. These vines produce a crop on a twelve-year rotation, and he comes to Retief seeking labor to help harvest the crop. Without the labor, they will not be able to pay back their debt to Croanie, the planet that owns the mortgage on Lovenbroy’s vineyards. Hank tells Retief he is 28 years old, but later he learns Hank is closer to 42 because of the variation in the Terry years they use to track time on his planet. Hank is gregarious and passionate about the wine they produce, and he shares the red and black variations with Retief, who enjoys both. Retief agrees to help Hank, and during his inquiries, he discovers the Bogan plot to incite military action against d’Land. Later, Hank helps Retief in bamboozling the Bogan representative, Mr. Gulver, by joining Karsh and the students on the ship bound for Lovenbroy. After Retief returns to Lovenbroy and wins the grape-picking competition, Hank rewards him with a visit from a local woman named Delinda."
] | [1] Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net CULTURAL EXCHANGE BY KEITH LAUMER It was a simple student exchange—but Retief gave them more of an education than they expected!
[2] [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962.
[3] Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
[4] I Second Secretary Magnan took his green-lined cape and orange-feathered beret from the clothes tree.
[5] "I'm off now, Retief," he said.
[6] "I hope you'll manage the administrative routine during my absence without any unfortunate incidents."
[7] "That seems a modest enough hope," Retief said.
[8] "I'll try to live up to it."
[9] "I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily.
[10] "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles.
[11] I fancy I've made MUDDLE what it is today.
[12] Frankly, I question the wisdom of placing you in charge of such a sensitive desk, even for two weeks.
[13] But remember.
[14] Yours is purely a rubber-stamp function."
[15] "In that case, let's leave it to Miss Furkle.
[16] I'll take a couple of weeks off myself.
[17] With her poundage, she could bring plenty of pressure to bear."
[18] "I assume you jest, Retief," Magnan said sadly.
[19] "I should expect even you to appreciate that Bogan participation in the Exchange Program may be the first step toward sublimation of their aggressions into more cultivated channels."
[20] "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record.
[21] "That's a sizable sublimation."
[22] Magnan nodded.
[23] "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades.
[24] They're known as the Hoodlums of the Nicodemean Cluster.
[25] Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy."
[26] "Breaking and entering," Retief said.
[27] "You may have something there.
[28] But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land.
[29] That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety."
[30] "Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors," Magnan said.
[31] "Our function is merely to bring them together.
[32] See that you don't antagonize the Bogan representative.
[33] This will be an excellent opportunity for you to practice your diplomatic restraint—not your strong point, I'm sure you'll agree."
[34] A buzzer sounded.
[35] Retief punched a button.
[36] "What is it, Miss Furkle?"
[37] "That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again."
[38] On the small desk screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.
[39] "This fellow's a confounded pest.
[40] I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said.
[41] "Tell him something.
[42] Get rid of him.
[43] And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you."
[44] "If I'd thought of that, I'd have worn my other suit," Retief said.
[45] Magnan snorted and passed from view.
[46] Retief punched Miss Furkle's button.
[47] "Send the bucolic person in."
[48] A tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket, stepped into the room.
[49] He had a bundle under his arm.
[50] He paused at sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held out his hand.
[51] Retief took it.
[52] For a moment the two big men stood, face to face.
[53] The newcomer's jaw muscles knotted.
[54] Then he winced.
[55] Retief dropped his hand and motioned to a chair.
[56] "That's nice knuckle work, mister," the stranger said, massaging his hand.
[57] "First time anybody ever did that to me.
[58] My fault though.
[59] I started it, I guess."
[60] He grinned and sat down.
[61] "What can I do for you?"
[62] Retief said.
[63] "You work for this Culture bunch, do you?
[64] Funny.
[65] I thought they were all ribbon-counter boys.
[66] Never mind.
[67] I'm Hank Arapoulous.
[68] I'm a farmer.
[69] What I wanted to see you about was—" He shifted in his chair.
[70] "Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem.
[71] The wine crop is just about ready.
[72] We start picking in another two, three months.
[73] Now I don't know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?"
[74] "No," Retief said.
[75] "Have a cigar?"
[76] He pushed a box across the desk.
[77] Arapoulous took one.
[78] "Bacchus vines are an unusual crop," he said, puffing the cigar alight.
[79] "Only mature every twelve years.
[80] In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own.
[81] We like to farm, though.
[82] Spend a lot of time developing new forms.
[83] Apples the size of a melon—and sweet—" "Sounds very pleasant," Retief said.
[84] "Where does the Libraries and Education Division come in?"
[85] Arapoulous leaned forward.
[86] "We go in pretty heavy for the arts.
[87] Folks can't spend all their time hybridizing plants.
[88] We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms.
[89] Course, we left some sizable forest areas for hunting and such.
[90] Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.
[91] Retief."
[92] "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous.
[93] Just what—" "Call me Hank.
[94] We've got long seasons back home.
[95] Five of 'em.
[96] Our year's about eighteen Terry months.
[97] Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know.
[98] Blue-black sky, stars visible all day.
[99] We do mostly painting and sculpture in the winter.
[100] Then Spring; still plenty cold.
[101] Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers.
[102] Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said.
[103] "Beautiful work."
[104] Arapoulous nodded.
[105] "All local timbers too.
[106] Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you.
[107] Then comes the Monsoon.
[108] Rain—it comes down in sheets.
[109] But the sun's getting closer.
[110] Shines all the time.
[111] Ever seen it pouring rain in the sunshine?
[112] That's the music-writing season.
[113] Then summer.
[114] Summer's hot.
[115] We stay inside in the daytime and have beach parties all night.
[116] Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands.
[117] That's the drama and symphony time.
[118] The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore.
[119] You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...." "You say it's time now for the wine crop?"
[120] "That's right.
[121] Autumn's our harvest season.
[122] Most years we have just the ordinary crops.
[123] Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long.
[124] We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones.
[125] We spend a lot of time in our houses.
[126] We like to have them comfortable.
[127] But this year's different.
[128] This is Wine Year."
[129] Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief.
[130] "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said.
[131] "We make enough to keep us going.
[132] But this year...." "The crop isn't panning out?"
[133] "Oh, the crop's fine.
[134] One of the best I can remember.
[135] Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests.
[136] The problem's not the crop."
[137] "Have you lost your markets?
[138] That sounds like a matter for the Commercial—" "Lost our markets?
[139] Mister, nobody that ever tasted our wines ever settled for anything else!"
[140] "It sounds like I've been missing something," said Retief.
[141] "I'll have to try them some time."
[142] Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings.
[143] "No time like the present," he said.
[144] Retief looked at the two squat bottles, one green, one amber, both dusty, with faded labels, and blackened corks secured by wire.
[145] "Drinking on duty is frowned on in the Corps, Mr. Arapoulous," he said.
[146] "This isn't drinking .
[147] It's just wine."
[148] Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
[149] It rose slowly, then popped in the air.
[150] Arapoulous caught it.
[151] Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle.
[152] "Besides, my feelings would be hurt if you didn't join me."
[153] He winked.
[154] Retief took two thin-walled glasses from a table beside the desk.
[155] "Come to think of it, we also have to be careful about violating quaint native customs."
[156] Arapoulous filled the glasses.
[157] Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow.
[158] He looked at Arapoulous thoughtfully.
[159] "Hmmm.
[160] It tastes like salted pecans, with an undercurrent of crusted port."
[161] "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said.
[162] He took a mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed.
[163] "It's Bacchus wine, that's all.
[164] Nothing like it in the Galaxy."
[165] He pushed the second bottle toward Retief.
[166] "The custom back home is to alternate red wine and black."
[167] Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up.
[168] "Bad luck if you miss the cork," Arapoulous said, nodding.
[169] "You probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years back?"
[170] "Can't say that I did, Hank."
[171] Retief poured the black wine into two fresh glasses.
[172] "Here's to the harvest."
[173] "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine.
[174] "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.
[175] We like to farm.
[176] About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a force.
[177] They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did.
[178] Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise.
[179] But it took a year, and we lost a lot of men."
[180] "That's too bad," Retief said.
[181] "I'd say this one tastes more like roast beef and popcorn over a Riesling base."
[182] "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on.
[183] "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie.
[184] Mortgaged our crops.
[185] Had to start exporting art work too.
[186] Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers."
[187] "Say, this business of alternating drinks is the real McCoy," Retief said.
[188] "What's the problem?
[189] Croanie about to foreclose?"
[190] "Well, the loan's due.
[191] The wine crop would put us in the clear.
[192] But we need harvest hands.
[193] Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could.
[194] Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy.
[195] Everybody joins in.
[196] First, there's the picking in the fields.
[197] Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there.
[198] Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between.
[199] The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine to the pickers.
[200] There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour....
[201] The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
[202] Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: roast turkeys, beef, hams, all kinds of fowl.
[203] Big salads.
[204] Plenty of fruit.
[205] Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine.
[206] The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews.
[207] "Then the wine-making.
[208] We still tramp out the vintage.
[209] That's mostly for the young folks but anybody's welcome.
[210] That's when things start to get loosened up.
[211] Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage.
[212] All bets are off then.
[213] It keeps a fellow on his toes though.
[214] Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer of grape juice?"
[215] "Never did," Retief said.
[216] "You say most of the children are born after a vintage.
[217] That would make them only twelve years old by the time—" "Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning."
[218] "I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight," Retief said.
[219] "Forty-two, Terry years," Arapoulous said.
[220] "But this year it looks bad.
[221] We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed.
[222] If we don't get a big vintage, Croanie steps in.
[223] Lord knows what they'll do to the land.
[224] Then next vintage time, with them holding half our grape acreage—" "You hocked the vineyards?"
[225] "Yep.
[226] Pretty dumb, huh?
[227] But we figured twelve years was a long time."
[228] "On the whole," Retief said, "I think I prefer the black.
[229] But the red is hard to beat...." "What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out.
[230] A loan to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands.
[231] Then we'd repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—" "Sorry, Hank.
[232] All we do here is work out itineraries for traveling side-shows, that kind of thing.
[233] Now, if you needed a troop of Groaci nose-flute players—" "Can they pick grapes?"
[234] "Nope.
[235] Anyway, they can't stand the daylight.
[236] Have you talked this over with the Labor Office?"
[237] "Sure did.
[238] They said they'd fix us up with all the electronics specialists and computer programmers we wanted—but no field hands.
[239] Said it was what they classified as menial drudgery; you'd have thought I was trying to buy slaves."
[240] The buzzer sounded.
[241] Miss Furkle's features appeared on the desk screen.
[242] "You're due at the Intergroup Council in five minutes," she said.
[243] "Then afterwards, there are the Bogan students to meet."
[244] "Thanks."
[245] Retief finished his glass, stood.
[246] "I have to run, Hank," he said.
[247] "Let me think this over.
[248] Maybe I can come up with something.
[249] Check with me day after tomorrow.
[250] And you'd better leave the bottles here.
[251] Cultural exhibits, you know."
[252] II As the council meeting broke up, Retief caught the eye of a colleague across the table.
[253] "Mr. Whaffle, you mentioned a shipment going to a place called Croanie.
[254] What are they getting?"
[255] Whaffle blinked.
[256] "You're the fellow who's filling in for Magnan, over at MUDDLE," he said.
[257] "Properly speaking, equipment grants are the sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and Exchanges."
[258] He pursed his lips.
[259] "However, I suppose there's no harm in telling you.
[260] They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment."
[261] "Drill rigs, that sort of thing?"
[262] "Strip mining gear."
[263] Whaffle took a slip of paper from a breast pocket, blinked at it.
[264] "Bolo Model WV/1 tractors, to be specific.
[265] Why is MUDDLE interested in MEDDLE's activities?"
[266] "Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle.
[267] It's just that Croanie cropped up earlier today.
[268] It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over on—" "That's not MEDDLE's affair, sir," Whaffle cut in.
[269] "I have sufficient problems as Chief of MEDDLE without probing into MUDDLE'S business."
[270] "Speaking of tractors," another man put in, "we over at the Special Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Under-developed Nations' General Economies have been trying for months to get a request for mining equipment for d'Land through MEDDLE—" "SCROUNGE was late on the scene," Whaffle said.
[271] "First come, first served.
[272] That's our policy at MEDDLE.
[273] Good day, gentlemen."
[274] He strode off, briefcase under his arm.
[275] "That's the trouble with peaceful worlds," the SCROUNGE committeeman said.
[276] "Boge is a troublemaker, so every agency in the Corps is out to pacify her.
[277] While my chance to make a record—that is, assist peace-loving d'Land—comes to naught."
[278] He shook his head.
[279] "What kind of university do they have on d'Land?"
[280] asked Retief.
[281] "We're sending them two thousand exchange students.
[282] It must be quite an institution."
[283] "University?
[284] D'Land has one under-endowed technical college."
[285] "Will all the exchange students be studying at the Technical College?"
[286] "Two thousand students?
[287] Hah!
[288] Two hundred students would overtax the facilities of the college."
[289] "I wonder if the Bogans know that?"
[290] "The Bogans?
[291] Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise trade agreement she entered into with Boge.
[292] Two thousand students indeed!"
[293] He snorted and walked away.
[294] Retief stopped by the office to pick up a short cape, then rode the elevator to the roof of the 230-story Corps HQ building and hailed a cab to the port.
[295] The Bogan students had arrived early.
[296] Retief saw them lined up on the ramp waiting to go through customs.
[297] It would be half an hour before they were cleared through.
[298] He turned into the bar and ordered a beer.
[299] A tall young fellow on the next stool raised his glass.
[300] "Happy days," he said.
[301] "And nights to match."
[302] "You said it."
[303] He gulped half his beer.
[304] "My name's Karsh.
[305] Mr. Karsh.
[306] Yep, Mr. Karsh.
[307] Boy, this is a drag, sitting around this place waiting...." "You meeting somebody?"
[308] "Yeah.
[309] Bunch of babies.
[310] Kids.
[311] How they expect—Never mind.
[312] Have one on me."
[313] "Thanks.
[314] You a Scoutmaster?"
[315] "I'll tell you what I am.
[316] I'm a cradle-robber.
[317] You know—" he turned to Retief—"not one of those kids is over eighteen."
[318] He hiccupped.
[319] "Students, you know.
[320] Never saw a student with a beard, did you?"
[321] "Lots of times.
[322] You're meeting the students, are you?"
[323] The young fellow blinked at Retief.
[324] "Oh, you know about it, huh?"
[325] "I represent MUDDLE."
[326] Karsh finished his beer, ordered another.
[327] "I came on ahead.
[328] Sort of an advance guard for the kids.
[329] I trained 'em myself.
[330] Treated it like a game, but they can handle a CSU.
[331] Don't know how they'll act under pressure.
[332] If I had my old platoon—" He looked at his beer glass, pushed it back.
[333] "Had enough," he said.
[334] "So long, friend.
[335] Or are you coming along?"
[336] Retief nodded.
[337] "Might as well."
[338] At the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to attention, his chest out.
[339] "Drop that, mister," Karsh snapped.
[340] "Is that any way for a student to act?"
[341] The youth, a round-faced lad with broad shoulders, grinned.
[342] "Heck, no," he said.
[343] "Say, uh, Mr. Karsh, are we gonna get to go to town?
[344] We fellas were thinking—" "You were, hah?
[345] You act like a bunch of school kids!
[346] I mean ... no!
[347] Now line up!"
[348] "We have quarters ready for the students," Retief said.
[349] "If you'd like to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid on."
[350] "Thanks," said Karsh.
[351] "They'll stay here until take-off time.
[352] Can't have the little dears wandering around loose.
[353] Might get ideas about going over the hill."
[354] He hiccupped.
[355] "I mean they might play hookey."
[356] "We've scheduled your re-embarkation for noon tomorrow.
[357] That's a long wait.
[358] MUDDLE's arranged theater tickets and a dinner."
[359] "Sorry," Karsh said.
[360] "As soon as the baggage gets here, we're off."
[361] He hiccupped again.
[362] "Can't travel without our baggage, y'know."
[363] "Suit yourself," Retief said.
[364] "Where's the baggage now?"
[365] "Coming in aboard a Croanie lighter."
[366] "Maybe you'd like to arrange for a meal for the students here."
[367] "Sure," Karsh said.
[368] "That's a good idea.
[369] Why don't you join us?"
[370] Karsh winked.
[371] "And bring a few beers."
[372] "Not this time," Retief said.
[373] He watched the students, still emerging from Customs.
[374] "They seem to be all boys," he commented.
[375] "No female students?"
[376] "Maybe later," Karsh said.
[377] "You know, after we see how the first bunch is received."
[378] Back at the MUDDLE office, Retief buzzed Miss Furkle.
[379] "Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound for?"
[380] "Why, the University at d'Land, of course."
[381] "Would that be the Technical College?"
[382] Miss Furkle's mouth puckered.
[383] "I'm sure I've never pried into these details."
[384] "Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?"
[385] Retief said.
[386] "Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are travelling so far to study—at Corps expense."
[387] "Mr. Magnan never—" "For the present.
[388] Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing.
[389] That leaves me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors.
[390] But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation to Boge.
[391] And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on Lovenbroy."
[392] "Well!"
[393] Miss Furkle snapped, small eyes glaring under unplucked brows.
[394] "I hope you're not questioning Mr. Magnan's wisdom!"
[395] "About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question," Retief said.
[396] "But never mind.
[397] I'd like you to look up an item for me.
[398] How many tractors will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?"
[399] "Why, that's entirely MEDDLE business," Miss Furkle said.
[400] "Mr. Magnan always—" "I'm sure he did.
[401] Let me know about the tractors as soon as you can."
[402] Miss Furkle sniffed and disappeared from the screen.
[403] Retief left the office, descended forty-one stories, followed a corridor to the Corps Library.
[404] In the stacks he thumbed through catalogues, pored over indices.
[405] "Can I help you?"
[406] someone chirped.
[407] A tiny librarian stood at his elbow.
[408] "Thank you, ma'am," Retief said.
[409] "I'm looking for information on a mining rig.
[410] A Bolo model WV tractor."
[411] "You won't find it in the industrial section," the librarian said.
[412] "Come along."
[413] Retief followed her along the stacks to a well-lit section lettered ARMAMENTS.
[414] She took a tape from the shelf, plugged it into the viewer, flipped through and stopped at a squat armored vehicle.
[415] "That's the model WV," she said.
[416] "It's what is known as a continental siege unit.
[417] It carries four men, with a half-megaton/second firepower."
[418] "There must be an error somewhere," Retief said.
[419] "The Bolo model I want is a tractor.
[420] Model WV M-1—" "Oh, the modification was the addition of a bulldozer blade for demolition work.
[421] That must be what confused you."
[422] "Probably—among other things.
[423] Thank you."
[424] Miss Furkle was waiting at the office.
[425] "I have the information you wanted," she said.
[426] "I've had it for over ten minutes.
[427] I was under the impression you needed it urgently, and I went to great lengths—" "Sure," Retief said.
[428] "Shoot.
[429] How many tractors?"
[430] "Five hundred."
[431] "Are you sure?"
[432] Miss Furkle's chins quivered.
[433] "Well!
[434] If you feel I'm incompetent—" "Just questioning the possibility of a mistake, Miss Furkle.
[435] Five hundred tractors is a lot of equipment."
[436] "Was there anything further?"
[437] Miss Furkle inquired frigidly.
[438] "I sincerely hope not," Retief said.
[439] III Leaning back in Magnan's padded chair with power swivel and hip-u-matic concontour, Retief leafed through a folder labelled "CERP 7-602-Ba; CROANIE (general)."
[440] He paused at a page headed Industry.
[441] Still reading, he opened the desk drawer, took out the two bottles of Bacchus wine and two glasses.
[442] He poured an inch of wine into each and sipped the black wine meditatively.
[443] It would be a pity, he reflected, if anything should interfere with the production of such vintages.... Half an hour later he laid the folder aside, keyed the phone and put through a call to the Croanie Legation.
[444] He asked for the Commercial Attache.
[445] "Retief here, Corps HQ," he said airily.
[446] "About the MEDDLE shipment, the tractors.
[447] I'm wondering if there's been a slip up.
[448] My records show we're shipping five hundred units...." "That's correct.
[449] Five hundred."
[450] Retief waited.
[451] "Ah ... are you there, Retief?"
[452] "I'm still here.
[453] And I'm still wondering about the five hundred tractors."
[454] "It's perfectly in order.
[455] I thought it was all settled.
[456] Mr. Whaffle—" "One unit would require a good-sized plant to handle its output," Retief said.
[457] "Now Croanie subsists on her fisheries.
[458] She has perhaps half a dozen pint-sized processing plants.
[459] Maybe, in a bind, they could handle the ore ten WV's could scrape up ... if Croanie had any ore.
[460] It doesn't.
[461] By the way, isn't a WV a poor choice as a mining outfit?
[462] I should think—" "See here, Retief!
[463] Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?
[464] And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the equipment?
[465] That's an internal affair of my government.
[466] Mr. Whaffle—" "I'm not Mr. Whaffle.
[467] What are you going to do with the other four hundred and ninety tractors?"
[468] "I understood the grant was to be with no strings attached!"
[469] "I know it's bad manners to ask questions.
[470] It's an old diplomatic tradition that any time you can get anybody to accept anything as a gift, you've scored points in the game.
[471] But if Croanie has some scheme cooking—" "Nothing like that, Retief.
[472] It's a mere business transaction."
[473] "What kind of business do you do with a Bolo WV?
[474] With or without a blade attached, it's what's known as a continental siege unit."
[475] "Great Heavens, Retief!
[476] Don't jump to conclusions!
[477] Would you have us branded as warmongers?
[478] Frankly—is this a closed line?"
[479] "Certainly.
[480] You may speak freely."
[481] "The tractors are for transshipment.
[482] We've gotten ourselves into a difficult situation, balance-of-payments-wise.
[483] This is an accommodation to a group with which we have rather strong business ties."
[484] "I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy," Retief said.
[485] "Any connection?"
[486] "Why ... ah ... no.
[487] Of course not, ha ha."
[488] "Who gets the tractors eventually?"
[489] "Retief, this is unwarranted interference!"
[490] "Who gets them?"
[491] "They happen to be going to Lovenbroy.
[492] But I scarcely see—" "And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized transshipment of grant material?"
[493] "Why ... ah ...
[494] I've been working with a Mr. Gulver, a Bogan representative."
[495] "And when will they be shipped?"
[496] "Why, they went out a week ago.
[497] They'll be half way there by now.
[498] But look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!"
[499] "How do you know what I'm thinking?
[500] I don't know myself."
[501] Retief rang off, buzzed the secretary.
[502] "Miss Furkle, I'd like to be notified immediately of any new applications that might come in from the Bogan Consulate for placement of students."
[503] "Well, it happens, by coincidence, that I have an application here now.
[504] Mr. Gulver of the Consulate brought it in."
[505] "Is Mr. Gulver in the office?
[506] I'd like to see him."
[507] "I'll ask him if he has time."
[508] "Great.
[509] Thanks."
[510] It was half a minute before a thick-necked red-faced man in a tight hat walked in.
[511] He wore an old-fashioned suit, a drab shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.
[512] "What is it you wish?"
[513] he barked.
[514] "I understood in my discussions with the other ... ah ... civilian there'd be no further need for these irritating conferences."
[515] "I've just learned you're placing more students abroad, Mr. Gulver.
[516] How many this time?"
[517] "Two thousand."
[518] "And where will they be going?"
[519] "Croanie.
[520] It's all in the application form I've handed in.
[521] Your job is to provide transportation."
[522] "Will there be any other students embarking this season?"
[523] "Why ... perhaps.
[524] That's Boge's business."
[525] Gulver looked at Retief with pursed lips.
[526] "As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another two thousand to Featherweight."
[527] "Another under-populated world—and in the same cluster, I believe," Retief said.
[528] "Your people must be unusually interested in that region of space."
[529] "If that's all you wanted to know, I'll be on my way.
[530] I have matters of importance to see to."
[531] After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in.
[532] "I'd like to have a break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the present program," he said.
[533] "And see if you can get a summary of what MEDDLE has been shipping lately."
[534] Miss Furkle compressed her lips.
[535] "If Mr. Magnan were here, I'm sure he wouldn't dream of interfering in the work of other departments.
[536] I ... overheard your conversation with the gentleman from the Croanie Legation—" "The lists, Miss Furkle."
[537] "I'm not accustomed," Miss Furkle said, "to intruding in matters outside our interest cluster."
[538] "That's worse than listening in on phone conversations, eh?
[539] But never mind.
[540] I need the information, Miss Furkle."
[541] "Loyalty to my Chief—" "Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material I've asked for," Retief said.
[542] "I'm taking full responsibility.
[543] Now scat."
[544] The buzzer sounded.
[545] Retief flipped a key.
[546] "MUDDLE, Retief speaking...." Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen.
[547] "How-do, Retief.
[548] Okay if I come up?"
[549] "Sure, Hank.
[550] I want to talk to you."
[551] In the office, Arapoulous took a chair.
[552] "Sorry if I'm rushing you, Retief," he said.
[553] "But have you got anything for me?"
[554] Retief waved at the wine bottles.
[555] "What do you know about Croanie?"
[556] "Croanie?
[557] Not much of a place.
[558] Mostly ocean.
[559] All right if you like fish, I guess.
[560] We import our seafood from there.
[561] Nice prawns in monsoon time.
[562] Over a foot long."
[563] "You on good terms with them?"
[564] "Sure, I guess so.
[565] Course, they're pretty thick with Boge."
[566] "So?"
[567] "Didn't I tell you?
[568] Boge was the bunch that tried to take us over here a dozen years back.
[569] They'd've made it too, if they hadn't had a lot of bad luck.
[570] Their armor went in the drink, and without armor they're easy game."
[571] Miss Furkle buzzed.
[572] "I have your lists," she said shortly.
[573] "Bring them in, please."
[574] The secretary placed the papers on the desk.
[575] Arapoulous caught her eye and grinned.
[576] She sniffed and marched from the room.
[577] "What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash," Arapoulous observed.
[578] Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time to time.
[579] He finished and looked at Arapoulous.
[580] "How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?"
[581] Retief inquired.
[582] Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.
[583] "A hundred would help," he said.
[584] "A thousand would be better.
[585] Cheers."
[586] "What would you say to two thousand?"
[587] "Two thousand?
[588] Retief, you're not fooling?"
[589] "I hope not."
[590] He picked up the phone, called the Port Authority, asked for the dispatch clerk.
[591] "Hello, Jim.
[592] Say, I have a favor to ask of you.
[593] You know that contingent of Bogan students.
[594] They're traveling aboard the two CDT transports.
[595] I'm interested in the baggage that goes with the students.
[596] Has it arrived yet?
[597] Okay, I'll wait."
[598] Jim came back to the phone.
[599] "Yeah, Retief, it's here.
[600] Just arrived.
[601] But there's a funny thing.
[602] It's not consigned to d'Land.
[603] It's ticketed clear through to Lovenbroy."
[604] "Listen, Jim," Retief said.
[605] "I want you to go over to the warehouse and take a look at that baggage for me."
[606] Retief waited while the dispatch clerk carried out the errand.
[607] The level in the two bottles had gone down an inch when Jim returned to the phone.
[608] "Hey, I took a look at that baggage, Retief.
[609] Something funny going on.
[610] Guns.
[611] 2mm needlers, Mark XII hand blasters, power pistols—" "It's okay, Jim.
[612] Nothing to worry about.
[613] Just a mix-up.
[614] Now, Jim, I'm going to ask you to do something more for me.
[615] I'm covering for a friend.
[616] It seems he slipped up.
[617] I wouldn't want word to get out, you understand.
[618] I'll send along a written change order in the morning that will cover you officially.
[619] Meanwhile, here's what I want you to do...." Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous.
[620] "As soon as I get off a couple of TWX's, I think we'd better get down to the port, Hank.
[621] I think I'd like to see the students off personally."
[622] IV Karsh met Retief as he entered the Departures enclosure at the port.
[623] "What's going on here?"
[624] he demanded.
[625] "There's some funny business with my baggage consignment.
[626] They won't let me see it!
[627] I've got a feeling it's not being loaded."
[628] "You'd better hurry, Mr. Karsh," Retief said.
[629] "You're scheduled to blast off in less than an hour.
[630] Are the students all loaded?"
[631] "Yes, blast you!
[632] What about my baggage?
[633] Those vessels aren't moving without it!"
[634] "No need to get so upset about a few toothbrushes, is there, Mr.
[635] Karsh?"
[636] Retief said blandly.
[637] "Still, if you're worried—" He turned to Arapoulous.
[638] "Hank, why don't you walk Mr. Karsh over to the warehouse and ... ah ... take care of him?"
[639] "I know just how to handle it," Arapoulous said.
[640] The dispatch clerk came up to Retief.
[641] "I caught the tractor equipment," he said.
[642] "Funny kind of mistake, but it's okay now.
[643] They're being off-loaded at d'Land.
[644] I talked to the traffic controller there.
[645] He said they weren't looking for any students."
[646] "The labels got switched, Jim.
[647] The students go where the baggage was consigned.
[648] Too bad about the mistake, but the Armaments Office will have a man along in a little while to dispose of the guns.
[649] Keep an eye out for the luggage.
[650] No telling where it's gotten to."
[651] "Here!"
[652] a hoarse voice yelled.
[653] Retief turned.
[654] A disheveled figure in a tight hat was crossing the enclosure, arms waving.
[655] "Hi there, Mr. Gulver," Retief called.
[656] "How's Boge's business coming along?"
[657] "Piracy!"
[658] Gulver blurted as he came up to Retief, puffing hard.
[659] "You've got a hand in this, I don't doubt!
[660] Where's that Magnan fellow?"
[661] "What seems to be the problem?"
[662] Retief said.
[663] "Hold those transports!
[664] I've just been notified that the baggage shipment has been impounded.
[665] I'll remind you, that shipment enjoys diplomatic free entry!"
[666] "Who told you it was impounded?"
[667] "Never mind!
[668] I have my sources!"
[669] Two tall men buttoned into gray tunics came up.
[670] "Are you Mr. Retief of CDT?"
[671] one said.
[672] "That's right."
[673] "What about my baggage!"
[674] Gulver cut in.
[675] "And I'm warning you, if those ships lift without—" "These gentlemen are from the Armaments Control Commission," Retief said.
[676] "Would you like to come along and claim your baggage, Mr.
[677] Gulver?"
[678] "From where?
[679] I—" Gulver turned two shades redder about the ears.
[680] "Armaments?"
[681] "The only shipment I've held up seems to be somebody's arsenal," Retief said.
[682] "Now if you claim this is your baggage...." "Why, impossible," Gulver said in a strained voice.
[683] "Armaments?
[684] Ridiculous.
[685] There's been an error...." At the baggage warehouse Gulver looked glumly at the opened cases of guns.
[686] "No, of course not," he said dully.
[687] "Not my baggage.
[688] Not my baggage at all."
[689] Arapoulous appeared, supporting the stumbling figure of Mr. Karsh.
[690] "What—what's this?"
[691] Gulver spluttered.
[692] "Karsh?
[693] What's happened?"
[694] "He had a little fall.
[695] He'll be okay," Arapoulous said.
[696] "You'd better help him to the ship," Retief said.
[697] "It's ready to lift.
[698] We wouldn't want him to miss it."
[699] "Leave him to me!"
[700] Gulver snapped, his eyes slashing at Karsh.
[701] "I'll see he's dealt with."
[702] "I couldn't think of it," Retief said.
[703] "He's a guest of the Corps, you know.
[704] We'll see him safely aboard."
[705] Gulver turned, signaled frantically.
[706] Three heavy-set men in identical drab suits detached themselves from the wall, crossed to the group.
[707] "Take this man," Gulver snapped, indicating Karsh, who looked at him dazedly, reached up to rub his head.
[708] "We take our hospitality seriously," Retief said.
[709] "We'll see him aboard the vessel."
[710] Gulver opened his mouth.
[711] "I know you feel bad about finding guns instead of school books in your luggage," Retief said, looking Gulver in the eye.
[712] "You'll be busy straightening out the details of the mix-up.
[713] You'll want to avoid further complications."
[714] "Ah.
[715] Ulp.
[716] Yes," Gulver said.
[717] He appeared unhappy.
[718] Arapoulous went on to the passenger conveyor, turned to wave.
[719] "Your man—he's going too?"
[720] Gulver blurted.
[721] "He's not our man, properly speaking," Retief said.
[722] "He lives on Lovenbroy."
[723] "Lovenbroy?"
[724] Gulver choked.
[725] "But ... the ...
[726] I...." "I know you said the students were bound for d'Land," Retief said.
[727] "But I guess that was just another aspect of the general confusion.
[728] The course plugged into the navigators was to Lovenbroy.
[729] You'll be glad to know they're still headed there—even without the baggage."
[730] "Perhaps," Gulver said grimly, "perhaps they'll manage without it."
[731] "By the way," Retief said.
[732] "There was another funny mix-up.
[733] There were some tractors—for industrial use, you'll recall.
[734] I believe you co-operated with Croanie in arranging the grant through MEDDLE.
[735] They were erroneously consigned to Lovenbroy, a purely agricultural world.
[736] I saved you some embarrassment, I trust, Mr. Gulver, by arranging to have them off-loaded at d'Land."
[737] "D'Land!
[738] You've put the CSU's in the hands of Boge's bitterest enemies!"
[739] "But they're only tractors, Mr. Gulver.
[740] Peaceful devices.
[741] Isn't that correct?"
[742] "That's ...
[743] correct."
[744] Gulver sagged.
[745] Then he snapped erect.
[746] "Hold the ships!"
[747] he yelled.
[748] "I'm canceling the student exchange—" His voice was drowned by the rumble as the first of the monster transports rose from the launch pit, followed a moment later by the second, Retief watched them out of sight, then turned to Gulver.
[749] "They're off," he said.
[750] "Let's hope they get a liberal education."
[751] V Retief lay on his back in deep grass by a stream, eating grapes.
[752] A tall figure appeared on the knoll above him and waved.
[753] "Retief!"
[754] Hank Arapoulous bounded down the slope and embraced Retief, slapping him on the back.
[755] "I heard you were here—and I've got news for you.
[756] You won the final day's picking competition.
[757] Over two hundred bushels!
[758] That's a record!"
[759] "Let's get on over to the garden.
[760] Sounds like the celebration's about to start."
[761] In the flower-crowded park among the stripped vines, Retief and Arapoulous made their way to a laden table under the lanterns.
[762] A tall girl dressed in loose white, and with long golden hair, came up to Arapoulous.
[763] "Delinda, this is Retief—today's winner.
[764] And he's also the fellow that got those workers for us."
[765] Delinda smiled at Retief.
[766] "I've heard about you, Mr. Retief.
[767] We weren't sure about the boys at first.
[768] Two thousand Bogans, and all confused about their baggage that went astray.
[769] But they seemed to like the picking."
[770] She smiled again.
[771] "That's not all.
[772] Our gals liked the boys," Hank said.
[773] "Even Bogans aren't so bad, minus their irons.
[774] A lot of 'em will be staying on.
[775] But how come you didn't tell me you were coming, Retief?
[776] I'd have laid on some kind of big welcome."
[777] "I liked the welcome I got.
[778] And I didn't have much notice.
[779] Mr. Magnan was a little upset when he got back.
[780] It seems I exceeded my authority."
[781] Arapoulous laughed.
[782] "I had a feeling you were wheeling pretty free, Retief.
[783] I hope you didn't get into any trouble over it."
[784] "No trouble," Retief said.
[785] "A few people were a little unhappy with me.
[786] It seems I'm not ready for important assignments at Departmental level.
[787] I was shipped off here to the boondocks to get a little more experience."
[788] "Delinda, look after Retief," said Arapoulous.
[789] "I'll see you later.
[790] I've got to see to the wine judging."
[791] He disappeared in the crowd.
[792] "Congratulations on winning the day," said Delinda.
[793] "I noticed you at work.
[794] You were wonderful.
[795] I'm glad you're going to have the prize."
[796] "Thanks.
[797] I noticed you too, flitting around in that white nightie of yours.
[798] But why weren't you picking grapes with the rest of us?"
[799] "I had a special assignment."
[800] "Too bad.
[801] You should have had a chance at the prize."
[802] Delinda took Retief's hand.
[803] "I wouldn't have anyway," she said.
[804] "I'm the prize." | Here is the ranking of the context sentences in order of importance for answering the question "Who is Hank Arapoulous, and what does he do in the story?":
1. [68] I'm Hank Arapoulous. I'm a farmer.
2. [70] Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just about ready.
3. [85] Arapoulous leaned forward. "We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms."
4. [94] "We've got long seasons back home. Five of 'em. Our year's about eighteen Terry months."
5. [120] "That's right. Autumn's our harvest season. Most years we have just the ordinary crops. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones."
6. [127] "But this year's different. This is Wine Year."
7. [129] Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said.
8. [173] "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em. We like to farm."
9. [182] "It put us in a bad spot," Arapoulous went on. "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie. Mortgaged our crops. Had to start exporting art work too. Plenty of buyers, but it's not the same when you're doing it for strangers."
10. [194] "Everybody joins in. First, there's the picking in the fields. Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there. Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep grass growing between."
11. [207] "Then the wine-making. We still tramp out the vintage. That's mostly for the young folks but anybody's welcome. That's when things start to get loosened up. Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage."
12. [219] "Forty-two, Terry years," Arapoulous said.
13. [220] "But this year it looks bad. We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed."
14. [225] "Yep. Pretty dumb, huh? But we figured twelve years was a long time."
15. [229] "What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out. A loan to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands. Then we'd repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—"
16. [547] "How-do, Retief. Okay if I come up?"
17. [552] "Sorry if I'm rushing you, Retief," he said. "But have you got anything for me?"
18. [581] "How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?" Retief inquired.
19. [583] "A hundred would help," he said. "A thousand would be better."
20. [588] "Two thousand? Retief, you're not fooling?" |
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