He wasn’t sure what was around them outside the wall, and feared that their voices might carry. “Shall I kill this way, so Madog doesn’t find it?” he asked Maelgwn softly, as he came out.
“Yeah, sure.”
George casually shut it down, gently, so no one would notice. He turned to look at the old garden with his way senses and gasped. The space blazed with virtual light, filled almost entirely at ground level with ways too numerous to count. Most seemed to be non-traveling ways—those took up the most room. A few were traveling ways, with both ends inside the walls. Ways went through other ways. It was complete chaos.
Almost all of them were open and unclaimed. I guess Madog didn’t feel he needed to bother to claim them, George thought, not if he’s killing off every way-finder he can identify
