Chapter 32 -Span of Conflict
Now, Darlana stands with Pratima, as the young librarian looks out over the bridge’s approach, then, she assumes from the silence, down at the plan for the fort. The paper they’ve scribbled on rattles in the breeze. There are those who scramble all around them, amid calls and tasks being assigned. All is a jumble of feet and carts to her ears.
“We’ll need to build this structure a half a kilometer in length if we include the approaches.” Mostly Partima’s speaking thoughts aloud, for her own edification, Not Darlana’s. Now Pratima tells her, “The defense works are back against the lattice-girder bridge, with trusses standing on seven-and-twenty concrete piers.” Darlana’s glad that someone is happy to explain these things for her, no matter the reason.
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