"If you came to my gate with the three of us, sweetheart, I'd wonder who was carrying the rest of the army," Victor said. Below the ridge, the last pair of sentries changed places. The one going off duty had to wait for a second man to open the door that let him out of his own tower. "I'd keep us all in that first little stretch between the barriers. And if I didn't like the answers I got there, you'd never see who was behind the second gate."
That was what bothered Felicity about the city. They had seen enough pots over fires to know the place fed a lot of people. They had seen men coming off watch and other men going on, the lights changing at the gates and a cart passing between two rows of buildings with a guard in front and another walking backward behind it. In all that time, she hadn't seen one child or heard somebody lean out a window to call his father in to eat. They'd followed families this far. She wanted to know where those people had ended up.
