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Ambros and Kim were setting up the Gigantic Roman Wall Tent, which was the last one up.
“I’m gonna lift this beam up and when the holes line up you jam that pin through...” He grunted as he moved the 2x6 into position. Kim slid the wooden pin in.
“Okay, three more like that and we’re done with tents.”
Kim sighed, then grinned: “It’s hard, but I bet it’ll be worth it.”
“Yeah,” he said. They finished the set-up, and stood breathing for a bit.
Ambros looked to the west, gauged the wind: “It will rain this weekend.” He glanced around: “Hey!” he shouted: “Three guys to help for a minute?”
Two young men, Squires by their red belts, looked at each other; one of them shrugged and they came over: “How can we be of service?”
A third man walked over: “What’s up?” His red belt looked brand new.
“I want to move this tent two feet north...that way. So the doorway is under the edge of the kitchen. One guy on each corner. Lift smoothly and move it to...there...And then the wedge tent, too...Perfect!”
Ambros looked at the full set-up critically, then said: “We’ll be ready to rope them down if it gets windy, but for now...”
Kim looked at the complete encampment with a little frown.
Ambros took three small silver coins stamped with his arms from a pouch on his white leather belt: “Thank you, gentlemen.” He handed one to each man; they examined them.
“Wow,” said one.
“Thank you, sir.”
The third man looked closely at the coin in his hand: “Your Excellency,” he said, bowing: “Will there be anything else?”
Ambros quirked an eyebrow: “Tell your knight—or knights—that I commend your courtesy and helpfulness, and invite them to come see me...Friday evening, if that is convenient.”
“We’ll do it, Excellency.” They walked off, chatting animatedly.
Kim said: “I see what you’ve done here.”
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