He walked over and looked down at a map of the area that seemed to cover about ten miles across, with the manor and its palisade in the center. The Blue Ridge and the local stream were clear, and Greenhollow with its bridge, but this was the first overview he had seen. There were cleared farms but no other visible settlements, and no roads over the mountain.
“Let me find north,” he said. George had an excellent sense of direction, and he confirmed it with his compass. Ceridwen looked at the device with interest. He moved the scroll to conform.
I wonder how you can tell distance, he thought, if it’s like stars where “small and close” looks the same as “big and far away.” He closed his eyes again and pointed to his entry spot in real space. He opened them, leaned over the map, and placed a
