A cold day like this wasn’t ideal for knapping flint, but it wasn’t particularly good for anything else either. He studied the knife blade he’d been working on and tried to decide whether he could make it any better. The notch he’d worked into it for strapping it to the handle wasn’t very deep. However, he worried that if he tried to chip it a little deeper, the blade would break the rest of the way across. Which would be infuriating. Aidu, the old man who’d taught Yadin flint knapping, had often said, “Just keep working on that good blade and eventually you’ll have a useless blade.” With a sigh, Yadin decided that what he had was good enough. He tried fitting it into the deer antler handle he’d made for it. It fit pretty well. Picking up a small shard of flint, he scraped the slot in the deer antler to make it a tiny bit wider and fit the blade back in. That’ll have to do, he thought to himself.
