The kingdom was fifteen paces wide.
Nether-Bane measured it twice, allowing for the crooked fence and the pile of broken tiles. Neither consideration improved the result.
“The path,” he said.
Hester Gill followed his gaze. “What about it?”
“It divides the entrance from the water point.”
“It also lets everyone else reach the greenhouse.”
“A slight adjustment would make the approach more suitable.”
She set the rolled deed on a flat stone. “The path stays.”
