The sector was seven minutes wide if you moved at normal pace.
Lancelot did not move at normal pace.
He went east from the northwest stronghold and then south, cutting across the open ground between the fortifications in a straight line, the broadsword still in his hand. The constructs in the outer sectors registered him as a hostile and moved to intercept and he went through them the way he went through everything: without adjusting his direction, without breaking stride, the dark iron clearing paths that a moment ago had not existed.
He had been away from Stronghold 2 for forty-three minutes.
Anastasia was standing in the central chamber when he arrived.
