At the end of the dock they passed through a massive stone arch into the city, with an uneven bit of melted stone to one side. Words had been chiseled above the gate, but of course none of them could read what they said. She wondered if the translator could. The city itself had thin streets—just wide enough for carts, and barely even that in many places. Most were just dirt, with occasional patches of droppings and worse to avoid stepping in. Well, her soldiers would have to avoid it. Olivia’s suit didn’t care what it stepped in.