After more than a week of long days and nights, slow digging all the while, the cellar was finally complete. Which was to say, the open pit was finished, and the stones for the walls, to support the weight of the planned structure and the dirt, were trickling into place. There weren't many interruptions, but briefly--almost comically--most of the farmers had piled into the open cellar that very afternoon, when a melee broke out across the way. The worries of their wives for their safety rang strong in these men's ears.
It was still hard to get stone, because of the constant construction of the wall, but at least the shortage had eased a little bit with the obstacle finally making a complete circle around the province. Also, farmers always turned up a good bit of it in plowing and tilling their fields, and this year hadn't been an exception--save for the fact that they finally had something to *do* with it all. Soon, the hammers would be broken out, to begin construction of the pillars and beams.