“Good,” said Felapine with a sigh of indifference.
“Good,” said Calapine.
Emmeline could feel the heat emanating from the forge and the smelting furnace next to it. Emmeline began to sweat from the combination of heat and stress. Except for the maddening tap of Calapine’s foot on the ground, the awkward silence continued unabated for some time. Emmeline stared at her own feet, markedly diminutive when compared to the giant rabbit feet before her. She stared at Calapine’s foot, tamping the ground at a regular pace, but with no break in the rhythm as there had been with her hammer. Desperate for something, anything, to happen, she let her eyes drift from the rock in her hands over to Calapine’s crooked leg. It was not hideous, or even what she would call ugly. It was covered in the same da
