Each time he'd shake his head and lower it back down into the hole a bit lower than before. After nearly an hour, he pulled it up and nodded his head with satisfaction. The pot glowed bright orange and the air around it shimmered from the heat as two blacksmiths, placed a long metal bar through each handle of the pot. They carefully tilted it with the utmost care and slowly poured its contents into the holes of the clay filled boxes. The liquid was so bright that it was painful to look at and showers of sparks flew in every direction as it was poured. Boris and the other knights from Gaul watched in fascination. Although it was interesting to watch, Ammon had questions he’d wanted answers to. The first of which was what did any of this have to do with what he’d requested from Stalwart? After the boxes had cooled a bit, the blacksmith tipped them over and cautiously broke them apart with a hammer. The first box was long and thin, and as they chipped away the clay, it revealed a bright, golden sword unlike anything he’d ever seen.
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