Chapter 32
THE GUARD at the gate waved his hand, and the truck entered the camp. From behind the glass, in the sheltered environment of the truck, Sady studied the neat rows of tents, most still unoccupied, since the first of the refugees had only just been decontaminated and were being shown their tents.
Mercy, he was tired and annoyed. It was starting to get dark, and normally, he should have been home long ago.
But problems multiplied. For once, Orsan’s scout had not been lied to. The Lady Armaine was really out, as were her daughters and of course the guards wouldn’t say where she had gone and how long she would be.
On top of that, the station guards had reported fighting on the second of the trains. Not angry citizens trying to smash their way out of the carriage, but people fight
