CHAPTER 57Josyff swore as he grabbed the edge of his chair to prevent himself from tumbling off. It took him a moment or two to bring his consciousness from wherever it had been drifting back to the Keep and the present.
He stood up, stretched, and reached to turn off the plotter. Before he did so he could not resist making the network of straight lines rotate through several different angles, using the red circle of the closing error as centre. Although there was very little detail on the image, in his mind he could see the main features of the Keep that they had surveyed so far draped about this skeletal structure. And, despite the distraction of the error, there was a hint of order about the whole that intrigued him. Somewhat to his surprise he found he was anticipating the following d
