Chapter 63
June - 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki’ili
MIKHAIL
As far as buckets went, it was neither beautiful, nor artfully made, but he'd made it, damantia! Without steel or glue or modern nails, unless he counted the pine resin he'd used to waterproof the wooden slats. More importantly, he hadn't resorted to his knife. Old Behnam had taught him how to use stone tools.
The old man handed him the first two buckets he'd made, several week's work, for a total of three. One that was his, plus two to replace the stick-buckets he had broken, though for those he'd cheated and used his titanium knife.
"See?" Behnam said. "I told you that log wanted to be made into smaller items."
"What about the north gate?"
"Last season we had a generous harvest," he said. "Th
