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Summer went by over Dalatyr as did fall. Their were a few raids and badit incursions, but these were containable. Roads were completed. New industries were set up, such as the manufacture of lathes and glass bottles while older ones were expanded. A second blast furnace was erected, driven by a water mill. The army grew by a couple of squads and with some assistance from one of Leonov the Profane's riders, a squad of cavalrymen were readied for war. A fair number of carts were comissioned by the Committee. When harvest came, the Survivors introduced a horse drawn device that used a water wheel of blades to cut swathes of wheat, promising more of them by next harvest. More buildings were put up, and indeed their was a rush to finish a fair number of them before winter set in. Among these was a newly created two story house that Sven and Stefia came to call home.

As winter began to set in, Sven started to spend more time at home and catch up on some reading. He and the Lieutenants and a couple of Seargents of the army were given copies on a book called "Stratagy and Tactics: First Edition" that outlined just that. Drive told them to read up on it, and he did. It was quite fascinating, about logistics, manuvering, mobility, the importance of the chain of command and management and so forth.

They were both quite fond of the home. To most coldland families, simply having a home that they did not have to actively share with two other families was unparraled luxury. This home was a marvel. It had a basement for storage, a living room, a hallway and kitchen on the main floor and three bedrooms on the second. They had rented out two of these. There were glass windows and two fireplaces, with iron pipes to help heat the inside. Natasha had taken to exploring. He usually read in the Kitchen, as he felt quite. As he read one day on pincer movements, Stefia came over to the kitchen table and placed her hand on his sholder. He knew what that meant. He put his bookmark in place and the two of them made their way upstairs. Natasha was sound asleep in her small bed and in Sven's experience, she could peacefully doze if Petrov's team were drillling right behind her.

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Summer went by over Dalatyr as did fall. Their were a few raids and badit incursions, but these were containable. Roads were completed. New industries were set up, such as the manufacture of lathes and glass bottles while older ones were expanded. A second blast furnace was erected, driven by a water mill. The army grew by a couple of squads and with some assistance from one of Leonov the Profane's riders, a squad of cavalrymen were readied for war. A fair number of carts were comissioned by the Committee. When harvest came, the Survivors introduced a horse drawn device that used a water wheel of blades to cut swathes of wheat, promising more of them by next harvest. More buildings were put up, and indeed their was a rush to finish a fair number of them before winter set in. Among these was a newly created two story house that Sven and Stefia came to call home.

As winter began to set in, Sven started to spend more time at home and catch up on some reading. He and the Lieutenants and a couple of Seargents of the army were given copies on a book called "Stratagy and Tactics: First Edition" that outlined just that. Drive told them to read up on it, and he did. It was quite fascinating, about logistics, manuvering, mobility, the importance of the chain of command and management and so forth.

They were both quite fond of the home. To most coldland families, simply having a home that they did not have to actively share with two other families was unparraled luxury. This home was a marvel. It had a basement for storage, a living room, a hallway and kitchen on the main floor and three bedrooms on the second. They had rented out two of these. There were glass windows and two fireplaces, with iron pipes to help heat the inside. Natasha had taken to exploring. He usually read in the Kitchen, as he felt quite. As he read one day on pincer movements, Stefia came over to the kitchen table and placed her hand on his sholder. He knew what that meant. He put his bookmark in place and the two of them made their way upstairs. Natasha was sound asleep in her small bed and in Sven's experience, she could peacefully doze if Petrov's team were drillling right behind her.

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