14
GOING HOME
Finding a ship proved more difficult than they’d hoped, but Syrina wasn’t surprised. Scuttled steamships trapped every boat that had been in the Maresg harbor, and the tribes despised the ocean, despite—or maybe because—it surrounded them on three sides, and the only boats they had were little pole-driven rafts they used to navigate the salt marshes.
They left the city on foot and traveled east, toward the ambiguous N’naradin border, which was even more ambiguous now that Fom had claimed that territory but didn’t have the manpower to do more than stop the Arch Bishop’s navy from landing. And the Grace didn’t even have that after her failed attempt at taking Maresg. For now, as long as the Arch Bishop kept the Grace busy elsewhere, the quiet fishing villages that dappled th
