The Overseer village was almost cute. Harry found himself marveling at the small, domed houses and gazebos, at the gardens full of flowers unlike any he had ever seen. Blossoms in every colour of the rainbow sprouted from the Earth in neat, little rows. He could hear the bubbling waters of a nearby fountain.
The lead Overseer guided them down a gently-curving street that cut through the heart of this town. People watched from their doorways. He was amazed to see children – tiny Overseers who stood about as tall as his waist, some of them peeking out from behind their parents.
Only then did he realize that many of them were afraid of him, afraid of the strange, war-like primates that had come bursting into their tiny community. He couldn’t say that he blamed them. Not after that fiasco of
