Post by Joe MacBain on Nov 12, 2006 15:20:45 GMT -5
-it was late but I could not sleep and so I moved down the path and looked at the old cabin, a large one that was picked for the conversion to a school house, I had woke the Men with a mutter and grumble as I got back from My travel and was in a working mood. The Men moved about and got the building rigs and master belts on as We all moved around the place….first things first and We made a large fire for warmth and light, the large bonfire type blazed and the oil lamps set in place as the men moved around and put the ladders in place to start stripping the roof down. Each Man had a set of claws and hammer rig and pulling off the old rotten wood was easy work for such Men. The wood was piled and used to fuel the fires as we worked-
nothing was wasted and the old nails taken out and knocked back into shape with a hammer on a rock, the old wood used for heat and light and the sods taken down to be put back when the new timber was put in place..Torvaldians worked hard and for a reason, it was cold and the harder a man worked the less he felt the cold and the sooner the job was done… what was left was the support beams and we had a look at them long and hard, glad to see that are still in working use as that would be a real pain in the arse. ..While most had been working on stripping the roof down, some of the men had gone to the stores and picked up the new wood sheets for the roof, placed at the side in a pile and ready to be battened down to the frame…One man would stay up on the ladder and the other pass a sheet up to him to secure in place…and so it went on till the main side, that facing the wind, was in place…
Once each section was in pace we had a short brake around the fire, taking on water and meade and talking about the life and days events, I liked this time with my men and we had sat a laffed about a great many things…how the FC would be pleased and a happy FC was a quite FC…a running joke in Torvaldian humour. Of course there was the ‘fart’ game to be played also and great pride was taken by the man that could hum out a botty tune that changed tone and made another feel ill. This was best done by the man up the ladder as he got the sheet from the man below with a skill of keeping a straight face while you farted so the other had less time to react… Magnus was most skilled at this game and the man working below Magnus was often given a false sympathy by the other men-
It was not that long till the panels had been put in place and the real hard work of the sod placing was to start…We took a break, farted and told lies about how good we had been in the furs the night before… No one mentioned there FC by name and no Man spoke about anothers FC as this was simply not done in the culture and would mean a fight for sure. Torvaldians prized there Woman as much as there ability to fight, sail and of course fart..The sodding was hard as it means getting the damp sods by hand and the mud runs down your arms as you lift it to the next man, making for cold and muddy armpits by the end of the work…but it was work and one thing a Torv did well was put up with hardship with a smile and a song..We worked on and had the top soil and sods in place, Big Olaf was on the roof doing the ‘stomp’ this worked the sods in place and made for a good fit…many men sat around the fire now, the embers flashing red and warm, tired faces and tired arms covered in mud and cuts, but with a song being sung over a large horn of meade about the sea and the woman that a man comes home to-
The roof now in place and the songs sung, ale drank and wind forced out of every hole that a Gorean male had, We took a look at the handy work and smiled, moving back to our cabins and women as I smiled and waved to My men and took the path up to my own home and woman, thought of her face nuzzled in the thick warm brown furs and her gold hair spilling out over the top put a smile on my face and forced the chill from My bones as I open the door to my house and step inside….our home.
nothing was wasted and the old nails taken out and knocked back into shape with a hammer on a rock, the old wood used for heat and light and the sods taken down to be put back when the new timber was put in place..Torvaldians worked hard and for a reason, it was cold and the harder a man worked the less he felt the cold and the sooner the job was done… what was left was the support beams and we had a look at them long and hard, glad to see that are still in working use as that would be a real pain in the arse. ..While most had been working on stripping the roof down, some of the men had gone to the stores and picked up the new wood sheets for the roof, placed at the side in a pile and ready to be battened down to the frame…One man would stay up on the ladder and the other pass a sheet up to him to secure in place…and so it went on till the main side, that facing the wind, was in place…
Once each section was in pace we had a short brake around the fire, taking on water and meade and talking about the life and days events, I liked this time with my men and we had sat a laffed about a great many things…how the FC would be pleased and a happy FC was a quite FC…a running joke in Torvaldian humour. Of course there was the ‘fart’ game to be played also and great pride was taken by the man that could hum out a botty tune that changed tone and made another feel ill. This was best done by the man up the ladder as he got the sheet from the man below with a skill of keeping a straight face while you farted so the other had less time to react… Magnus was most skilled at this game and the man working below Magnus was often given a false sympathy by the other men-
It was not that long till the panels had been put in place and the real hard work of the sod placing was to start…We took a break, farted and told lies about how good we had been in the furs the night before… No one mentioned there FC by name and no Man spoke about anothers FC as this was simply not done in the culture and would mean a fight for sure. Torvaldians prized there Woman as much as there ability to fight, sail and of course fart..The sodding was hard as it means getting the damp sods by hand and the mud runs down your arms as you lift it to the next man, making for cold and muddy armpits by the end of the work…but it was work and one thing a Torv did well was put up with hardship with a smile and a song..We worked on and had the top soil and sods in place, Big Olaf was on the roof doing the ‘stomp’ this worked the sods in place and made for a good fit…many men sat around the fire now, the embers flashing red and warm, tired faces and tired arms covered in mud and cuts, but with a song being sung over a large horn of meade about the sea and the woman that a man comes home to-
The roof now in place and the songs sung, ale drank and wind forced out of every hole that a Gorean male had, We took a look at the handy work and smiled, moving back to our cabins and women as I smiled and waved to My men and took the path up to my own home and woman, thought of her face nuzzled in the thick warm brown furs and her gold hair spilling out over the top put a smile on my face and forced the chill from My bones as I open the door to my house and step inside….our home.
