Gunnar squinted against the driving snow. He could feel it clinging to his mustache as he hurried along the lines overseeing the distribution of his people on the walls.

Calling them "walls" was a bit generous. Some of the fortifications on Cervice's western front were stacked, mortared stone, but most seemed to have been cobbled together from scraps of deconstructed houses. In some places, the builders had incorporated existing standing buildings. Leah's new command post was on top ...