Chapter 16
Swords and Intentions
“It’s true, then? You know nothing about your ancestral steel?” Oswin remarked as he resettled the heavy metal bar into the forge. Sweat beaded across Evra’s flesh, the inside heat shocking compared to how frozen he’d felt moments before.
“My father had little time for me,” Evra said. When he came to help, the steward pointed to the bench.
“Some blacksmiths prefer extra hands. I do not.” Hands on hips, he watched the metal heat. “And anyway, there’s nothing to do except wait, for now. It’s not hot enough yet, and I laid my tools out before I came to you.” He turned. “Your father had two sons?”
Evra nodded, folding his hands over his lap. “He would say he only had one. It wasn’t so bad, though, not when I was little and my mother was still around. She s
