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Updated: June 21, 2025
There were a few thin clouds overhead, but there was no threat of rain, which was good. In this part of Xedii, the spring rains sometimes hit hard and washed out the transplanted seedlings before they had a chance to take root properly. If rain would hold off for another ten days, Anketam thought, then it could fall all it wanted.
I brought it just for you, and you're going to have some of it before you say another word. Show him, Memi." Memi was standing there, beaming, holding the bottle. Her blue eyes had faded slowly in the years since she and Anketam had married, but there was a sparkle in them now. Anketam looked at the bottle. "Bedamned," he said softly. The bottle was beautiful just as it was.
"To be honest, I was thinking of going over to see Zillia. Her dad said I could come." Anketam grinned at the boy. "Well, now, that's an excuse I'll accept. Come on, Blejjo, this is not a sport for old men like us. Fishing is more our speed." Chuckling, Blejjo shouldered his fishing pole, and the two men started down the dusty village street toward the road that led to the river.
He paused and looked down at his hands again. "I hope you're right, Ank. I hope you're right." In spite of his personal conviction that he was right, Anketam had to admit that Jacovik had reason for his own opinion. He knew that many of the farmers were uncertain about the ultimate outcome of the war.
Anketam still couldn't force his mind to function. "Haven't you heard? The Invaders have been looting and burning every castle in their path! And the women " Lady Samas in danger! Something crystallized in Anketam's mind. He pointed in the direction of the castle. "Get back there!" he snapped. "Get everyone out of the castle! Save all the valuables you can!
Anketam stretched his arms out as though he were trying to embrace the whole world. He pushed himself up on his tiptoes, arched his back, and gave out with a prodigious yawn that somehow managed to express all the contentment and pleasure that filled his soul.
"I've got another man in mind for the field work." And no one was more surprised than Basom when Anketam said: "Basom, do you think you could handle the crew in the field?" Basom couldn't even find his tongue for several more paces. When he discovered at last that it was still in his mouth, where he'd left it, he said: "I ... I'll try, Ank. I sure will try, if you want me to.
Anketam called after him. "Tell Jacovik first! And get more runners to spread the word!" And then Anketam headed for his own home. Memi had to be told. On the way, he pounded on the doors of the houses, shouting the news and telling the others to get to the Big Swamp. By the time the Invader troops came, they found the entire Samas barony empty.
"No reason why he shouldn't," said Anketam. "Kevenoe's a good man." "Oh, I know that," said the old man. "But Basom won't like it at all. And I don't think Zillia will, either." "That's the way things happen," said Anketam. "A man can't expect to go through life having everything his own way. There's other girls around for Basom.
Anketam listened to the soft murmur of whispered conversation from the men around him. They stood quietly outside the main gate that led into the castle area, waiting for The Chief to appear, and wondering among themselves what it was that The Chief had to say. "You think the invaders have won?" Anketam recognized the hoarse whisper from the man behind him.
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