She walked over to the long wall without windows. Writing in Kigali yat had been carved into it, in large clumsy signs. She stepped back, and saw it was a list, filling most of the wall. Each column was headed by a country name at head height, and the name was repeated further down after each column had been filled down to knee-level. “Kigali” as a label headed several columns, but Ndant and Fastar and some of the other larger countries were also numerous, and even far away sarq-Zannib and Rasesdad were well-represented.
Ashiwe pulled Penrys to a short column with two countries, one over the other and space left between them. The one on top had five names, and the country below just the one. Ashiwe pointed at the solitary. “She was the youngest one they took, in the last batch.”
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