4
“So what is this Molina place?” I asked Asher a half hour later. We were once more in the carriage, but our bags were stacked atop the roof. The city of Tras flew past our windows as we made our way toward the ancient abode of the Cosimos family.
“Molina is a large town to the east of Tras and fifty miles from the ocean,” Asher told me as the vehicle swayed side to side. “It’s most known for its windmills.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Why those?”
“Because there are thousands of them, more than there are people,” he explained as the carriage began the steep climb to the top of the hill.
I blinked at him. “Seriously?”
Asher smiled. “Seriously. They’re monuments to an important battle, or rather, I should say victory won by the people of Molina against an invading army some seven hun
