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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 IN THE YELLOW-ORANGE light inside the tent, General Finnisius put the map on the table. Sady pushed himself to the edge of the chair so that he could see. The map showed the border regions, from the gentle hills of Ensar to the east to the rough country of Mekta and the rich agricultural region of Fairlight, with the southern platform at the bottom of the paper. The barrier was drawn as a thick black line interrupted only in the most mountainous terrain at the back of the little pocket of civilisation that was Solmeni. It also showed the telegraph line, of which Sady understood some poles had been uprooted by bad weather and that was why Fairlight wouldn’t come on the line. Fixing the problem was taking a little longer than he had hoped. General Finnisius pulled the map so it
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