Tavi forged ahead into the silence. “The Amaranth Vale is completely lost. The vord have somehow suborned Alerans into their service, and now furycraft meets furycraft in battle. In addition, most of the causeways have been cut, to prevent the vord from making use of them, so they cannot be factored into our planning.” He turned to a map of Alera that was tacked up on the back of the cabin door. The spread of the croach was marked in pips of green ink. “As you can see, the vord have filled the valley and stretched out their croach along the causeways—even if rendered inert of furycraft, they still are, after all, passable roads. They hold most of the coastline of the continent, and they have laid siege to most of the cities of the Realm.

“But their hold is far from complete. These stretches of countryside between the lines of the causeways and the cities are as yet unoccupied, probably because the vord deem them lower-priority areas. Our people, though, are cut off. Anyone isolated behind the lines of the croach is trapped. Our best estimates say that they have, at the most, another eight or ten months before the croach fills in the empty areas.”

He turned to them with a cold little smile. “So. We have that long to destroy the vord threat.”

“Bloody crows,” Max breathed. “As long as it isn’t too difficult a chore or anything.”

“Our work is cut out for us,” Tavi acknowledged.

Crassus raised a hand. Max’s younger half brother bore a resemblance to Max, but everywhere Max was rough, the more slender young man was refined. Crassus was an inch shorter and thirty pounds of muscle lighter than his brother, and he had the noble profile of a Citizen of the blood that could have leapt straight from any number of old statues, paintings, or coins. “If the First Lo—If Sextus perished during a holding action, that implies that there was still organized resistance, and that it might still be there. What do we know of the Legions and their strength?”

“That Aquitainus Attis, who had been serving as Gaius’s battle captain, at the First Lord’s request, has been legally adopted into the House of Gaius—as my younger brother.”

Max let out a snort. “He’s thirty years older than you.”