Chapter 20
WHENEVER SADY needed time to think and reflect, there was one place where he would go. He had found that people found it fair game to intrude on his life, even if he was at home with his ill wife, if he was in the bath, if he was having breakfast on a nice day in the garden or if he was at a private function.
But no one disturbed a person at a graveyard.
And sadly, an ever-increasing number of names on headstones were people he’d known in real life, like poor old Milleus, his brother fifteen years his senior, ex-general in the Chevakian army, ex-proctor and ex-goat farmer from the Ensar district, who had died a few years prior, aged eighty-one.
The family still owned the land, at the very point where Chevakia met Peria and Arania. It included a sprawling farmhouse where Mill
