“That would be here, the grand palace he had built. You can’t miss it really,” Drummond said, pointing to a scar upon the paper a fair distance from where the forest began.
She nodded.
“I thought as much.” Again, her eyes roved across the map. “And the outposts along the way?”
“Several, each at a different point amidst the trenches they dug,” Drummond replied, tapping a finger in number of locations upon the paper. “But why are you asking this?”
She shrugged, again trying to feign indifference.
“I just feel I should know.” When she looked up, there was the hint of a challenge in her expression. “That’s why we’re doing all this, isn’t it? So you can push back against the Mouse King? So this horrid experience will finally come to end.”
There was defiance in her tone, anger even. She fe
