As he had thought, she was glaring at him.As he had thought, she was glaring at him. "Sorry." "Damn you, Garth. I want to get pregnant someday." She took a deep breath, then let it out. "Oh, well. Can't expect you to get better instantly." "Thanks for the benefit of the doubt." He hopped off the railing. "So, what else can you show me?" Kiza took his hand and led him down and around to the side of the house, where a wide canal flowed by. The canal seemed to be entirely artificial, laid with cement from side to side and for as far as Garth could see. "Irrigation," she said. "We get most of our water from a snowpack above Piot's land. It's huge, fortunately, and Piot says that in the thousand years or so that he's been here he's never seen a year that didn't have enough water for the valley." Garth listened, nodding politely. As she led him around the corner and began showing him the huge machines that actually did most of the work on the farm, a niggling thought that kept recurring in the back of his mind finally became clear. |