“Then he won’t wait till the harvest’s in; he’ll invade sooner,” Ptosphes said.
He looked at the relief-map on the long table. The idea that maps were important weapons of war was something else he’d had to introduce. This one was only partly finished; he and Rylla had done most of the work on it, in time snatched from everything else that ought to have been done last week at the latest. It was based on what he remembered from the U. S. Geological Survey quadrangle sheets he’d used on the State Police, on interviews with hundreds of soldiers, woodsmen, peasants and landlords, and on a good bit of personal horseback reconnaissance.
Gormoth could invade up the Listra Valley, crossing the river at the equivalent of Lock Haven, but that wouldn’t give him a third of Hostigos. The whole line o
