“How can you tell?”
“The ink is a different colour.” She scanned over the map, trying to estimate their position.
Cordelia, her own document now forgotten, pored over Charlaine’s map. “Look,” she said, pointing, “they’ve marked the position of the outpost.”
“So they have, as well as most of the farms, but what’s this?” She indicated a strange symbol on the top right-hand corner.
“That is a cartographer’s mark,” said Cordelia.
“What’s that?” asked Danica.
“Mapmakers use it to identify themselves, but what makes it really interesting is this.” She stabbed down with her finger. “This particular map was made in Rizela.”
“How can you tell?” said Charlaine.
“This symbol here is the mark of the navy, a chart like this isn’t available to everyone.”
“Are you suggesting the admiral is invol
