As soon as he’d crested the hill his spine had tingled with the certain knowledge that he’d located his bride. The only person guaranteed to find his bride at the beginning of their mission to Earth was Andreas, the leader. They’d been directed to this particular place because they’d known she would be here. Or if not right here, within a day’s hard march of here. The other men knew they’d locate their brides eventually, but it might be months or even years in their future. So when Chad had sensed his bride was nearby he’d been overjoyed. However, he had a job to do, which was capture the women. There were four women on that hill, and Duncan, Erle, Andreas, and himself, so he had no time to work out which of the fleeing Earthlings was his bride. He ran and captured one and took her to the ship as fast as he could. But the blonde one he captured wasn’t his woman. He was the chef on the ship and had a meal to prepare. However, when he served the hearty meat and vegetable stew into bowls for them all to eat, he moved around the table handing each person their meal.
