 How is Croanie going to affect Lovenbroy?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962. "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. "Our function is merely to bring them together. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr. Retief." Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. 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. Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork. 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. 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. 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.
 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.