Not many days later, ignoring the speaker's pleas, your men set to work felling scores upon scores of great oaks in the ancient forest. Transporting the vast trunks to {0} takes enormous efforts of labor and inspiration, but a few weeks later the wood finally arrives at the site of Notre Dame. Cut and fashioned, soon the beams of structure are moved into place, and the skeleton of Notre Dame takes shape. Your swelling pride, though, is soon to be cruelly dashed; the partially-built roof collapses killing seventeen workers, the wood riven with disease. Is this the reckoning the speaker promised?
The oak for Notre Dame will need to be replaced—as well as much other infected lumber coming into the city.