The narrow cart road led to a field of turning vanes.
Iven recognized the route from Elian’s corrected map. It left the heavy work approach, crossed a low stone bridge and climbed a ridge too narrow for the Compact’s largest loads. Beyond the ridge, a dozen little wind machines stood at different heights, each one facing the air on its own pivot.
No two turned at quite the same speed.
Below them, water moved through shallow beds covered by pale woven roofs. A low house stood beside a battery shed. Three people were cleaning a channel while a fourth argued with a vane that refused to follow the wind.
Spindle Field.
On Venn’s working board, the branch appeared as retired.
In front of Iven, it appeared busy.
Nyla stopped beside the first post and studied her copied level sheet.
