"Needed to scout out a path to draw the logs to the road. The drayers won't haul the logs from where they fall, will they?"
"Drayers?"
"Men who run the big wagons to haul the logs to Rym. Don't work for them if you think I'm tough." The Boss pushed himself to his feet. "Don't be trusting God to be doing all your thinking for you. the Book will tell you how to do something, but you still need to learn the lessons. There are a lot of ways to die following the Book." He went and watched over the gamers' shoulders for a while before sitting in his usual place in the corner.
No more logs got hung up before the Boss announced one morning that they were to pack up. It was time to meet up with the drayers and take the logs to the city.
They struck camp and packed all their gear into packs like
