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team pulling the guard’s wagon.
    Tarc snorted, the guard’s wagon was right in front of theirs and Daussie could easily have trotted up there on her own two feet. She loved having an excuse to ride one of the horses. On the other hand, he realized that if the guard sent her back to find Lieutenant Arco, it would be better if she were already mounted.
    Daussie wheeled her horse and trotted back to the Hyllises’ wagon. She stopped beside Tarc and said, “This road merges with another one up there. The dust plume would be from someone traveling on that other road. He says we’re about to reach a river crossing. The town’s just on the other side.”
    Daussie dropped off the horse and turned to tie it to the wagon again while Tarc stretched his neck to look ahead. The town of Denton’s Crossing was their next stop. The caravan had been stopping for an hour or two at little villages along the way, but it was going to be nice to stop for a few days in a bigger town.
     
    When they rolled up over a little embankment and could see, Tarc found the actual river crossing setup fascinating. The crossing was attached to some of the ancients’ massive chunks of concrete. Henry Roper came up while Tarc was staring at it and said, “See those huge blocks of concrete?”
    Tarc nodded.
    “Believe it or not, those are only small pieces of what used to be an entire bridge over the river, all built out of concrete. It went from one side of the river to the other and those huge chunks you see are just the start and the end.”
    Tarc turned to look at Roper in amazement, “The ancients used concrete to go over a river?! How could they possibly hold up a bridge that was made out of something so heavy?!”
    Roper shook his head, “It’s amazing isn’t it? Those brown stains you see on the broken surface of the concrete? Those are from steel they buried inside the concrete!”
    Tarc’s eyebrows lifted as he tried to imagine construction on such a scale. And the use of so much iron! A pair of huge ropes were attached to the concrete pilings and stretched across the river. Some kind of platform floated in the river attached to the ropes. As Tarc watched he realized the platform was getting closer to his side of the river. Curiously he wondered how it was moving, he didn’t see anyone rowing, nor pulling on a rope to cause the big raft to come to their side. He considered asking Roper how the ferry moved, but didn’t want to seem ignorant.
     
    When it came the Hyllises’ turn to load their wagon, Tarc observed the entire process with fascination. A big wooden gangplank floated up and down with the river to allow people to get onto the floating platform whether the water was high or low. The ferry platform was big enough to hold an entire wagon and its team, with space left over for extra riders.
    Once they had loaded their wagon on board, several people who had arrived on the other road got on with them. The men driving the ferry started pushing some big levers on the down-stream side of the platform. It took significant effort to move the levers, but once they had been moved, the platform started moving across the river without any more effort! Tarc felt fascinated by the entire process and moved to the edge to try to see how the levers moved the ferry. It looked like they just shifted something underneath the platform, but he couldn’t see what it was, nor understand how it moved the ferry.
    Curious, Tarc looked around at the men who ran the platform, hoping to ask them how it worked. None of them looked inclined to talk to the passengers.
    Puzzling, Tarc realized he could use his ghost sense to tell what was going on. He just wasn’t used to thinking of his ghost during the day when he could see things with his eyes. Extending it outwards, Tarc first felt the warm planks of the platform. The underside was cooler and harder to detect, but he could still sense the large rudder like devices the levers moved. The levers had pushed