Chapter 137: The Work Begins
The first wagon arrived just after sunrise.
Its wooden wheels groaned as it rolled through the eastern gate of Blackwood Manor, carrying blocks of stone from Stonebrook.
Behind it came another wagon.
Then another.
Kael stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching.
Master Rowan stood beside him, his arms folded across his chest.
"That’s only the beginning," Rowan said.
Kael nodded.
"I know."
Garrick Ironhand walked past them toward the wagons. The forty-two-year-old blacksmith wore his heavy leather apron, and his hands were already darkened by soot.
He struck one of the stone blocks with his knuckles.
"Good stone."
Rowan nodded.
"Strong enough for foundations."
Kael looked toward the road.
More wagons were coming.
Timber from one village.
Grain from another.
Tools from Garrick’s forge.
For the first time, Kael saw something different when he looked at Blackwood.
Not eleven isolated villages.
A territory.
A beginning.
"How long?" Kael asked.
Rowan looked at him.
"How long for what?"
"The first road."
Rowan glanced toward the map tucked beneath Kael’s arm.
"If you mean the road between the estate and the northern villages, several weeks."
"And if we have more workers?"
"Less."
"How many?"
Rowan frowned.
"Enough that I don’t have to chase every man myself."
Kael smiled.
"I’ll find them."
Rowan sighed.
"That answer worries me."
Kael turned toward Lily.
"Have the village elders announce that Blackwood will pay workers for the road."
Lily nodded.
"How much?"
Kael gave the matter some thought.
"Enough that a farmer can earn more than he would lose by leaving his field for a day."
Lily smiled.
"That should bring people."
"Good."
She started to leave.
"Wait."
She turned.
"Add that meals will be provided."
Lily blinked.
"Meals?"
"People cannot work on empty stomachs."
Rowan looked at Kael.
"You really have thought about this."
"I spent the entire night thinking."
"I noticed."
By midday, the first workers arrived.
Not soldiers.
Farmers.
Hunters.
Young men looking for coin.
Older men who knew how to handle tools.
Even several women came from nearby villages, asking whether they could work.
Kael refused none of them.
Instead, he ordered the workers divided into groups.
Some cleared the road.
Some hauled stone.
Some cut timber.
Others prepared the ground.
Rowan supervised the construction.
Garrick supplied the tools.
Bram inspected the surrounding land and marked places where drainage would be needed.
Kael walked among them.
He did not spend the day sitting inside the manor.
He watched.
He asked questions.
He learned.
At one point, Kael stopped beside a group struggling to move a heavy stone.
"Why are you pushing it directly?"
The workers looked at him.
One shrugged.
"How else would we move it, my lord?"
Kael looked around.
He found several pieces of timber.
"Place those beneath it."
The men stared.
Kael demonstrated.
Once the stone rested on the logs, they pushed again.
The stone moved.
One of the workers laughed.
"That is much easier."
Kael smiled.
"It is."
The man looked at him.
"Where did you learn that?"
Kael paused.
"From thinking."
The worker laughed.
Kael walked away before he had to explain further.
By evening, the first section of the road had been cleared.
It wasn’t beautiful.
It wasn’t finished.
But it was better than it had been that morning.
Kael stood at its edge.
The sun cast long shadows across the fields.
Lily approached carrying a cup of water.
"You’ve been working all day."
Kael accepted it.
"So have they."
"You are their lord."
"I know."
"You don’t have to lift stones."
Kael looked toward the workers.
"I know that too."
"Then why do you?"
Kael drank.
"Because if I ask people to build something for me, they should see that I’m willing to stand beside them."
Lily was quiet.
Then she smiled.
"I think they noticed."
Kael looked over.
Several workers were still speaking among themselves.
One pointed toward him.
Another nodded.
Kael couldn’t hear what they were saying.
He didn’t need to.
Their expressions were enough.
That evening, Kael returned to the manor.
He expected to find the usual quiet.
Instead, Edwin was waiting in the entrance hall.
"My lord."
Kael stopped.
"What happened?"
"Nothing serious."
Edwin handed him a letter.
"A messenger arrived from Stonebrook."
Kael opened it.
He read.
Then read it again.
"What is it?"
Lily leaned closer.
Kael handed her the letter.
"Three families are asking permission to move closer to the quarry."
Lily looked surprised.
"Why?"
"The quarry is expanding."
She read further.
"They want to work there."
Kael smiled.
"And they heard we’re paying workers."
"Yes."
Kael looked at Edwin.
"How many?"
"Seventeen people."
"Seventeen?"
"Three families."
Kael folded the letter.
He looked toward the window.
The first people were already coming.
Not because he had conquered another territory.
Not because the emperor had granted him more land.
Not because he had offered noble titles.
They were coming because they believed Blackwood might give them a better future.
Kael looked back at Lily.
"Find them homes."
Lily nodded.
"Where?"
Kael thought about the unused land near the northern road.
"Near the road."
"Should we build houses?"
"Yes."
She smiled.
"Master Rowan will complain."
Kael laughed.
"He always does."
Later that night, Kael returned to his chamber.
The map was still spread across his table.
He marked Stonebrook.
Then Blackmere.
Then the other villages.
His eyes moved across the territory.
The road was only the first step.
If people were coming, Blackwood needed homes.
If homes were being built, they needed water.
If the population increased, it needed food.
If trade increased, it needed markets.
If the roads improved, merchants would eventually arrive.
And if merchants arrived...
Kael picked up his quill.
He added another word to the parchment.
Market.
Then beneath it:
Bathhouse.
He paused.
His eyes remained on the second word.
A proper bathhouse would not only improve cleanliness.
It would become a place where people gathered.
A place travelers could rest.
A place merchants could spend coin.
A place Blackwood could become known for.
Kael leaned back.
"Why not?"
He began writing again.
But this time, he wasn’t merely listing problems.
He was designing solutions.
And somewhere beyond Blackwood’s borders, the first rumors of change had already begun to spread.