“My dear, I know you’re terribly frightened. But you’ve been wallowing in this church for far too long. I’ve already made an announcement at the main square that Fertilian proper has fallen to the Thornes,” Ernie said. “I need to do something,” Jessima replied. Although she’d been thinking for hours, her thoughts were still as frayed as the sleeve she’d been picking at. Ernie ushered her to a waiting carriage. “To the sea,” he said to the driver. “You need some fresh air, my dear.” The carriage trundled through the deserted streets. All the residents were inside, privately digesting the bitter news. Ernie spoke incessantly. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll strengthen our defences, stockpile food and collapse the tunnel entrance. We’ll make it as hard as possible for the Thornes. We’ll pu

