By late afternoon, the outer walls of the apartments were up, as well as the interconnecting walls that separated each building from the one next to it. In addition, the floors on the second levels were laid, and the roofs were almost finished. An extraordinary amount of work had been completed in a short amount of time. Enough to where the Mutah could sleep tonight inside the structures and not have to return to the dungeon.
But the new dwellings were only the beginning of what he had to worry about. There was clothing to be considered. The Mutah were wearing rags. In some cases, little to nothing. They’d been given castoff clothing the townspeople no longer wanted. And although they’d done their best to service themselves while below, they’d been stymied by the lack of water. What water
