“No. Well… I knocked down all the landmarks, this Port is no longer visible in our World, is not visible from Ore town. For the Upper World I couldn’t do that. I just blocked it.”
“Great!”
“Do you understand the action of the Portal?!” Asked Prince Ariel Riel in surprise, and unlike Prince Arel, he really was the king's nephew.
“Ariel, then read the “Upper Messenger” at your leisure, there everything is written,” the Fox cut him off sharply, – now we are discussing the current situation and the defense of the Fort.
“I've read it,” said Prince Ariel.
“Then all the more, what the questions?”
Ariel said nothing.
And Kors again admired Lis and how impudently he stopped the push on Nikto, despite Ariel’s high position.
“If, nevertheless, they from Upper or from Horn manage to break through, Nik?” Lis didn't care about titles.
“I hope it won’t happen,” Nikto replied, he didn’t react at all to Ariel’s words.
“The door is locked, even if they unlock, they will not leave the basement,” said Nija, “we have closed all the doors and holes in the basements tightly. All the cracks. You cannot leave the Fort and you cannot enter it.”
“Like a rock, exactly,” whispered Shrad quietly, “even if you want, you can’t get out.”
“Who could have tried to reach us from Horn?” Lis said thoughtfully. “Do they care about the frontier Fort?”
“I had an assumption,” said Kors, “that the chief of the garrison had a woman in Upper World. He went there a couple of times a month. Maybe she is worried and looking for him? I assume he has a woman or a family there.”
“I don’t know anything about his family, he never mentioned her,” said Lis. “Marmer, what do you say? Did Digmer have a family?”
“He is from here, from our World,” Marmer shook his head, “No, Digmer was definitely born here. He is from Ore town. I knew people who knew him, I don't know about his family. But I heard about Horn that there is no more beautiful city! It is a rich city and filled with jewels. They drink from golden cups, eat from golden dishes,” as the story progressed, the eyes of the former marauder flared up with an increasingly unhealthy, greedy gleam, and he spread his arms to the sides, as if to show wealth. The noble commanders of Kors listened to him with a haughty, slightly condescending grin.