 How is Croanie going to affect Lovenbroy?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I Second Secretary Magnan took his green-lined cape and orange-feathered beret from the clothes tree. "I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily. "In that case, let's leave it to Miss Furkle. "I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land," Retief said, glancing at the Memo for Record. "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy." "Breaking and entering," Retief said. But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety." "Our function is merely to bring them together. I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said. And remember: here at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you." Retief punched Miss Furkle's button. "That's nice knuckle work, mister," the stranger said, massaging his hand. "Well, out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just about ready. Now I don't know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?" "Only mature every twelve years. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. Apples the size of a melon—and sweet—" "Sounds very pleasant," Retief said. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr. Retief." "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Five of 'em. Our year's about eighteen Terry months. Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said. Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands. You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...."
 They are going to invade it.
 They are going to steal its students.  They are going to help Lovenbroy pick it’s crop.  They are going to steal all its wine.  They are going to invade it.