A brunette with blue eyes raked a chestnut from the fire, cracked it, and offered it to Retief. A tall man with arms like oak roots passed heavy beer tankards to the two guests.

“Tell us about the places you’ve seen,” someone called. Chip emerged from a long pull at the mug, heaving a sigh.

“Well,” he said. “I tell you I been in some places…”

Music started up, rising above the clamor.

“Come, Retief,” Anne-Marie said. “Dance with me.

Retief looked at her. “My thought exactly,” he said.

Chip put down his mug and sighed. “Derned if I ever felt right at home so quick before,” he said. “Just seems like these folks know all about me.” He scratched behind his right ear. “Annie must o’ called ’em up and told ’em our names an’ all.” He lowered his voice.

“They’s some kind o’ trouble in the air, though. Some o’ the remarks they passed sounds like they’re lookin’ to have some trouble with the Sweaties. Don’t seen to worry ’em none, though.”

“Chip,” Retief said, “how much do these people know about the Soetti?”

“Dunno,” Chip said. “We useta touch down here, regler. But I always jist set in my galley and worked on ship models or somethin’. I hear the Sweaties been nosin’ around here some, though.”

Two girls came up to Chip. “Hey, I gotta go now, mister,” he said. “These gals got a idea I oughta take a hand in the kitchen.”

“Smart girls,” Retief said. He turned as Anne-Marie came up.

“Bo Bergman and Tove are not back yet,” she said. “They stayed to ski after moonrise.”

“That moon is something,” Retief said. “Almost like daylight.”

“They will come soon, now. Shall we go out to see the moonlight on the snow?”

Outside, long black shadows fell like ink on silver. The top of the cloud layer below glared white under the immense moon.

“Our sister world, Gota,” Anne-Marie said. “Nearly as big as Svea. I would like to visit it someday, although they say it’s all stone and ice.”

“Anne-Marie,” Retief said, “how many people live on Jorgensen’s Worlds?”

“About fifteen million, most of us here on Svea. There are mining camps and ice-fisheries on Gota. No one lives on Vasa and Skone, but there are always a few hunters there.”

“Have you ever fought a war?”

Anne-Marie turned to look at Retief.

“You are afraid for us, Retief,” she said. “The Soetti will attack our worlds, and we will fight them. We have fought before. These planets were not friendly ones.”

“I thought the Soetti attack would be a surprise to you,” Retief said. “Have you made any preparation for it?”

“We have ten thousand merchant ships. When the enemy comes, we will meet them.”

Retief frowned. “Are there any guns on this planet? Any missiles?”

Anne-Marie shook her head. “Bo Bergman and Tove have a plan of deployment—”