There was no hiding place in Carthage either physically or mentally. And the power crisis didn't help the situation. The monitoring complex had a big reserve setup, but the authorities were making stringent economies right now. Every last watt had to accounted for and the president had to have his life giving quota. Today, the sky darkened by the fastest twilight experienced in Carthage and Gaul Kalmar and his companion hurried along in a violet darkness which transformed the city into a Breughel version of hell. They had to get out...