“Understand the world you’re walking through, sir,” said Roann to Sabienn. “The Deer hate the Minorans and the Minorans hate the Deer. A rocket was fired by the Deer from within the wall and hit a hospital outside. Thirty babies were killed. They say we fired the rocket. Huh! As if that’s possible. The fragments of the rocket are all Deerland markings. But one of the People’s Armies for a Liberated Minora vowed revenge. Thirty Deer babies must die. General Wane’s granddaughter is one. Farralan’s grandson is another. And Benn’s too. Thirty high profile Deers received a letter in the mail that their child will be killed.”
“Why?” called Sabienn.
“I’ll go get Mr Berkaz’s head and you can speak to his ear,” said Roann. “Though he’s just a splinter in a spiky lump of wood. There’s so many Armi
