It’s the first time I’ve been south of Crater City, and the change in landscape is dramatic. True, there is lots of farmland here. But between the great spreads of crop land the ground is bare rock and pitted with crevices, some of which fall away into darkness and must be at least two or three hundred feet wide. There are connections, though, rope connections strung between wooden towers. It was fascinating to see how wagons, livestock, and people, were ferried across at such speed. It made me wonder if the architects of these ‘ferry’ systems were either supremely confident in their designs, or crazy.
The jury’s still out on that.
Armbranch didn’t know much about them, and Garigan and Hatra are so absorbed with each other I didn’t have the heart to interrupt them. In fact, Armbranch doesn’t remember much about Southern Borkon. The Nescan Barony of Isletta is somewhere south east of Crater City, but he barely remembers anything about his time there or being brought to the Gateway Envelop. He’s decided to call his time with me ‘Raymondtime’ and most of his memories before ‘Raymondtime’ concern the running of the Gateway Envelop.
Despite the broken landscape, this area is much more heavily populated than Northern Borkon. I’ve also seen some large cities in the distance, but the Maymen are steering clear of them. One of them actually spoke to me for the first time ever this morning. I was so surprised to hear his voice I didn’t catch a word he said. He had to repeat it twice before I understood we were heading to the foothills of a mountain range and we’d reach there probably early tomorrow.
I can see the outline of a mountain range in the distance now. It’s hard to gauge their height from here, but some of those peaks seem to disappear right up through the sky.
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