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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.
"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.
"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.
Kevenoe was on The Chief's staff at the castle. Like many staff men including, Anketam thought wryly, his own brother Russat, on occasion he tended to lord it over the farmers who worked the land. "Kevenoe has an eye on Zillia?" he asked after a moment. "I understand he's asked Chief Samas for her as soon as she's eighteen. That would be this fall, after harvest."
And Zillia seems pretty keen on him, too. If her father doesn't object, everything ought to go along pretty smoothly." "Her father might not object," said Blejjo, looking down at his feet as they paced off the dusty road. "But there's others who might object." "Who, for instance?" Blejjo was silent for several steps. Then he said: "Well, Kevenoe, for one." Anketam thought that over in silence.
Why, he did as good a job of transplanting as any man this spring. Last year, he bruised the seedlings, but I gave him a good dressing down and he remembered it. He'll be all right." "I'm not talking about that, Ank," said the old man, "I mean him and Zillia. He's really got a case on with that girl." "Anything wrong with that? A young fellow's got a right to fall in love, hasn't he?
Anketam refused, in his own mind, to see any connection between Kevenoe's death and the fact that Basom and Zillia had disappeared the same day, probably to give themselves over to the Invader troops. A movement at the corner of his eye caught Anketam's attention. He turned his head to look. Then he spun on his heel and went into the hut. "Lady Samas," he said quickly, "they're coming.
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