Forging The Sword (The Farsala Trilogy) - Plot & Excerpts
It had surprised her, that quiet thumping, for she’d thought metal being shaped would clang. She’d since learned that that was only true when a piece was “cold-worked.” Hot metal could be as soft as wood—as soft as dough, depending on how hot it was. She had learned a great deal about metal over the last six weeks. About other things too. “We have long needed this,” said Maok, peering over her shoulder. “It costs us, to trade with others for our knives and spear points. Now we can make our own. It is a good joining gift.” Soraya, who had brought only grain and dried beans for her gift, gritted her teeth and added jealousy to hatred as she stared at the peddler’s back. He had taken off his shirt, even though the night was cool, just as his apprentices had shed the striped robes that covered their white skin. His britches left him with more covering than the Suud, who wore nothing but a strip of cloth wrapped around their hips. Once the Suud had looked almost naked to Soraya, but that had long since passed.
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