6
THE AMBUSH
“The Stone’s Fall is Fom’s. Don’t know what it would want with us.” Ves handed the lens back to Mann and shrugged. “Unless Syrina was right. Loot enough Corsair ships bound for either side of this i***t war long enough, and it’ll piss someone off.” He paused. “What does Ristro have that Fom wants anyway? Tyrsh, sure. Most of their navy was naphtha. A lot of work to convert everything to fuel they can actually get. But Fom?”
Mann looked at the approaching ship through the lens and grunted. “Tarfuel, with the naphtha shortage, though as you say, that hit Tyrsh a lot harder than Fom. Food, maybe. The Grace’s hold on the Great Road is precarious. Who knows how many grain barges the Arch Bishop’s navy scuttled between Great Spring and Valez’Mui? You were right about that captain
