At 4:17 in the morning, the seventh messenger arrived. He carried good news. That was the problem. The Intelligence Officer took the dispatch, broke its seal and read it beneath the lamp. The eastern road was open. Across the room, a map already carried three red pins saying it was closed. The Commander stood behind her. “Well?” She handed him the report. He read it. “Then we move east.” “No.” He looked at her. “The road is open.” “One messenger says it is.” “H