"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 Paul's. Paul gave Daniel Callam's pack and they stuffed the tent and extra furs into it. He also had a long knife that was nearly the length of Paul's forearm. He had no idea what he would use it for, but perhaps he could trade it in Rym.
Soon they were at the road and the drayers arrived. They led huge horses that were chained to the sections of log. They pulled the logs to the road where other men used a complicated system of ropes and levers to load the logs onto wagons.
It was a day's work to make sure all the logs were ready for the drayers. Then the foresters got ready to make their way into the woods to cut more logs.
"You won't consider staying on?" the Boss asked. "You're both good workers."
"No," Paul said. "We have to get on to Rym."
"If you need work again, ask for Liam. I'll treat you fair." the Boss handed the Page back to Paul, then he counted out fourteen coins. "Keep the gear as a bonus." He was turning away then came back to Paul. "You were wise to hold to a limited term. It might be months before I need to get to the city. Remember that. the Book around here isn't as forgiving as you're used to."
Paul went up to the head drayer.
"I need work to get us to Rym."
"What do I need with a pair of greenhorns?" the drayer said. "The city's that way." He pointed north. "Two days if you walk smartly and don't get caught in the snow."
"We've already had snow," Paul said.
"This ain't snow," the other man said. "You don't want to get caught out in a real snow fall."
"We'd better get going then," Daniel said. They hoisted their packs to their backs and started away up the road. Soon the sound of shouting faded and it was just them and the crunch of their boots in the snow.