Chapter Eighteen
The SkiáTony was easy to locate. It was dawn when they arrived so he was busying himself collecting pails of saltwater. As a blacksmith he used many different methods of quenching a hot blade, from saltwater gathered from the nearby ocean for rapid cooling, to oil or air cooling for the blades requiring a far longer period. He was an expert in his craft. Anything that encountered his hammer and anvil became all that it could be. It was for this reason Elly had thought to seek him out. He had crafted and restored various commissions for her over the years, and possessed an unrivalled skill.
“Hail, Tony.” Elly raised her hand in greeting, wondering if the old blacksmith would still recognise her. It had been some years since their paths had last crossed. He seemed to enjo
