premise: The slaves continued their stoking, shuffling to and from the cart, heaving the beech logs into the next furnace. The Robemaker moved forward, prodding Nuadu onwards and, as they moved down the centre of the Workshop, the blazing furnaces roaring on each side of them, Nuadu felt his skin already shrivelling from the heat. How must it be to work here day after day month after month knowing there was no end to it?
hypothesis: there was no end to working here