"The cold lay long on Anvirin. Snow-bound days and nights drift past. When word from Eral-Ashirin of plans laid by Sar-Tenethin roused the clan, for with the spring, war would come at last." Inric takes a breath between the verses. The woman opposite - Liss' friend, as he has been thinking of her - watches him, unblinking. "Anvirin, long held secure by its lofty mountain heights. Yet in numbers they were fewer and, knowing they could not endure, sent to Maradys for succour - assistance in their fight." In the Great Library, Anvar reads the report, brow furrowing. "She was one of seventeen Maradith who volunteered to assist the Anvirin clan when they asked for help in 1466, after they decided to inactivate their clanhold internal nexus as a safeguard against invasion. To replace it, they constructed six forts at varying distances from the clanhold, connected to the clanhold by tunnels. Each fort held a nexus and was manned by 3 fyels."