Nether-Bane had cleaned the path for the title hearing.
The first official wiped his muddy boots on it.
He opened his mouth, remembered what paths were for and moved the loose mat closer instead.
The surveyors compared the surviving marks with the existing grant and the changes made during the crisis. This was the original islet garden. His separate bounded Gannet Reach holding already had its own ordinary deed.
No one was granting him every place a root had reached.
He would own the cultivated plot within the confirmed bounds. The voluntary network, protected graves and agreed access had their separate terms.
At the oldest corner, he called the place the king’s resting ground.
A descendant beside the surveyor shook her head.
