Impressions 1. Insignificant people

Impressions 1. Insignificant people

Pierre wiped his brow with the sleeve, stretching out laboriously. After a whole day of work, he could use some stretching. Next to him, his friend and chaingang fellow Louis stooped over, his hands on his knees. "Phew." - he opined - "Je peux voir Parsee d'ici.1 [I can see Parsee from here.] "

"You sure can." - the gravelly voice of their overseer, a dwarf by the name of Erkule, shook both of them out of reverie - "Tha's it fer now, lads. Go gitcher food, ye earned it today."

"Avons-nous fini...2 [We`re done...] " - Pierre began, then trailed off remembering once again that their overseer didn't speak a lick of the old tongue - "Uh... We be done this day?"

Erkule nodded without looking up from his tablet. "Done as of an hour ago, lad. Now go get fed, yer gettin' the hang of roadlayin' right fine." - he rumbled back.

Neither he nor Louis cared to argue. Truth to tell, neither of them was particularly unhappy with their current predicament either. Sure, they were on a chaingang, but Gillespies were nice enough to skip the chain part of it entirely, so long as they put in the labor as demanded. And the labor demanded was not beyond their ability either, come to think of it. As they neared the camp, they nearly bumped into a trio of other convicts. Pew, Ben and Israel used to be pirates... Or so they claimed, anyway. The first two were from Albic isles, and only gods themselves knew what land Israel was born in. Grand claims of high sea adventure beside, all five of them used to be on the same gang of brigands until their boss run into a Kraut spy and foolishly agreed to murder some nobles.

"Done with the gravel, chums?" - Israel greeted them jovially. Out of the five survivors, he ended up being their... Not leader, per se, but rather the elder they took advice from. Pierre lifted his hat briefly in a greeting, a motion repeated by Louis. Ben returned the favor as the only one behatted.Findd new stories at novelhall.com

"Oui. a devait tre deux quintals aujourd'hui.3 [Yes. It must have been two quintals today.] " - Louis returned dutifully. Being the burliest in the group by far, Pierre and Louis were charged with hauling gravel and spreading it on the road. Pew and Ben handled the huge steel roller and Israel as the eldest and presumably most responsible was spreading the boiling tar with a long ladle on a pole. Between the five of them, they have managed to pave more than an arpent of the road today, which was their daily norm. Early days were the longest, as they learned to handle the tools, from dawn to dusk to begin with. That much was quite expected from chaingang work. What surprised them however was that learning how to do the job quicker did NOT earn them extra work. The norm was one arpent of road per day, and finishing earlier meant they were allowed to rest longer.

Pierre maintained his silence until they huddled into the tent where they slept and ate. He knew better than to attract attention to their good fortune, even if it seemed that their crew was far from being the only one rewarded. Once inside, however, they all crowded around Israel as he gingerly pulled the stopper out again.

"Je n'ai pas bu de vin depuis l't.5 [I haven't drunk wine since the summer.] " - Louis breathed out heavily as all of them smelled the jug again. Israel corked it back quickly.

"Food first, lads." - he admonished - "Wine is not going anywhere."

"Gods above, we sure lucked out with the lord." - Pew grumbled - "Whoever even heard of convicts getting wine?"

"Have you heard master Soloturn?" - Ben piped in - "Digi... di-li-igent will be rewarded. And that's us, lads. We're gonna be rewarded."

Israel whapped Ben on the back of the head lightly. "We already got rewarded, boyo." - he rumbled - "But yer right. We work well, we get more of this coming up, if I get this right."

As it turned out, Israel was quite right, and maitre Soloturn had become the most adored sight in the camp in short order. Much to Pierre's surprise, the reward was not always wine. In fact, Pierre did not even know what the next week's reward was. He assumed initially that it was a loaf of bread (And wasn't that a disappointment after wine?) but his mother taught him to never waste food, and so he set about eating this loaf as well. The next thing he knew, he was staring at the empty platter and licking crumbs off his lips. That bread was SWEET! Like honey, except not quite. Later on, he found out that what he ate was called sweetroll and that it was prepared with zukerrohr, something he had never tasted before, but heard much about. This night, he visited the portable shrine in the camp and gave thanks to Lothak for making him a convict in Gillespie duchy. He ate like a lord, slept in a dry and warm tent and had steady work. As far as he was concerned, Pierre had it made.