The long way to the far end of the bridge began above the goat pens.
Neri followed Garn through a gate fastened with twisted wire, then across a stony shoulder where the old kiln road could be seen below. The broken bridge lay almost close enough to touch. Reaching its other abutment would take most of the morning.
Iven looked down at the gap while she checked the first survey mark.
“With a cleared landing, you could cross,” she said.
“Yes.”
“We need the cases over there too.”
“And you.”
“I was including myself among the important equipment.”
