 Who wanted to mine Lovenbroy’s minerals?
"Our function is merely to bring them together. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr. Retief." Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. 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. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up. "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. "But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did. Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. "We had to borrow money from a world called Croanie. Had to start exporting art work too. Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. Miles and miles of vineyards covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens here and there. There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour.... The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy.
 Boge
 Croanie  MUDDEL  Boge  Lovenbroy neighbors