Early the next morning, the mist over Light City had yet to lift, but the castle's side hall was already as warm as spring.
As Velin had suggested, Diana had summoned her vassals for a small agricultural salon.
The long table had been removed, replaced by dozens of single, backed chairs.
The nobles were no longer seated according to their factions, but had gathered in a casual circle.
Velin sat near the center, speaking with eloquence to the assembled group.
"The key isn't planting a variety of crops, but rotating them. Plant oats in one field, alfalfa in another, and let the third lie fallow. The root nodules of alfalfa fix nutrients from the air into the soil. If you plant wheat there the following year, the yield will increase by thirty percent."
The elderly Baron Ansel sat in the front row, a notebook in hand, scribbling furiously.
A Knight beside him was more concerned with livestock.
