Returning after leaving for a few days, Amber, as expected, found that the scale of this camp was now bigger than before. There were now many houses constructed from wooden planks between the tents, and some drying yards, work sheds, and warehouses distributed around various areas of the camp. A new sawmill had been built by the White River, close to the simple temporary pier. Firm roads connected the camp to the various facilities along its perimeter; this place had taken on the form of a permanent residence, beginning the transformation from camp to territory.
The labor system that the fellow had come up with turned out to be very effective.
That muddle-headed little maidservant had dashed off to inform her master. Meanwhile, Amber was in an idle daze in Gawain's big tent, and beside her stood an old man dressed in dirty gray robes and a beret overflowing with messy hair and beard.
