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Updated: August 4, 2024
"If you don't, I'll just have to give the job to someone else. You hear?" "I hear," said Basom. The war dragged on. In the spring of the following year, over a hundred thousand Invader troops landed on the seacoast a hundred miles from Chromdin and began a march on the capital.
He can find the easy, fast way to get a job done properly. And he doesn't overwork his men because he knows that when he's tired, the others are, too. You want to try it, Basom?" "I'll try," said Basom earnestly. "I'll try real hard." Then, after a moment's hesitation. "Just one thing, Anketam " "What's that?" "Kevenoe. I don't want him coming around me. Not at all.
He glanced over, and he noticed that young Basom was standing there, half poised, as though unable to make up his mind. Then The Chief's voice bellowed out again. "Very well. You are with me. I will leave the work of the barony in your hands. I ask that you produce as much as you can. Next year next spring we will not plant cataca." There was a low intake of breath from the assembled men.
Basom had a tendency to do a sloppy job, and if it had showed up as bruised or poorly planted seedlings, Anketam would have seen to it that Basom got what was coming to him. But the section looked as good as anyone else's, so Anketam said nothing to Basom. Russat had come back after twenty days and reported that there was an awful lot of fuss in Chromdin, but nothing was really developing.
"I think so, don't you? Basom was right about this hot sun." "I'll go along with you," agreed Anketam. They made their way to the river, to the shallow place at the bend where everyone swam.
Young Basom proved to be a reasonably competent supervisor. He was nowhere near as good as Anketam or Jacovik, but there were worse supers in the barony. Anketam found that the biggest worry was not in the handling of the farmers, but in obtaining manufactured goods. The staff physician complained to Kevenoe that drugs were getting scarce. Shoes and clothing were almost impossible to obtain.
Basom, who had been relaxing on his bed, leaped to his feet. "What is it?" Anketam told him rapidly. Then he said: "Get moving! You're a fast runner. Spread the news. Tell everyone to get to the Swamp. We have less than an hour, so run for all you're worth!" Basom, like Kevenoe, didn't bother to ask questions. He went outside and started running toward the south. "That's right!"
"I ran all the way here to tell you!" He was grinning widely and panting for breath at the same time. "You suddenly got an awful lot of energy," Blejjo said sourly. "What happened?" Anketam asked. "The invasion!" Basom said between breaths. "Kevenoe himself came down to tell us! They've started the invasion! The war's on!" "Than what are you looking so happy about?" Anketam snapped.
If he ever said one word to me, I'd probably break his neck right there." Anketam nodded. The Chief had given Zillia to Kevenoe only two months before, and the only one who liked the situation was Kevenoe himself. "I'll deal with Kevenoe, Basom," Anketam said. "Don't you worry about that." "All right, then," Basom said. "I'll do my best, Anketam." "You'd better," said Anketam.
Basom was lazy, but Anketam never mentioned it unless the boy didn't get his work done. Leave that sort of kidding up to the others; it wasn't good for a supervisor to ride his men unless it was necessary for discipline. Basom was a powerful young man, tall and well-proportioned.
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