CHAPTER 10I
The General Staff had a big room of their own to meet in, just inside the door of the keep, and the relief-map was finished and set up. The General Staff were all new at it. So was he, but he had some vague idea of what a General Staff was supposed to do, which put him several up on any of the rest of them. Xentos was reporting what he had gotten from the Nostor Fifth Column.
“The bakeries work night and day,” he said. “And milk cannot be bought at any price—it is all being made into cheese. And most of the meat is being made into smoked sausages.”
Stuff a soldier could carry in a haversack and eat uncooked: field-rations. That stuff, even the bread, could be stored, Kalvan thought, but Xentos was also reporting that wagons and oxen were being commandeered, and peasants impr
