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Chapter 26

Fire of the Earth, Part I
Added Tue Jan 22 16:57:52 2008 at level 31:

CLANG! tap. CLANG! tap. tap. CLANG! tap.

Juhldalor stood looking up at the massive hammer
crashing down upon the worn and blackened anvil.

CLANG! tap. CLANG! tap. tap. CLANG! tap.

"Whad yer be smackin dem anvil twice dare fer meh papa!"

Juhldalor a small boy, his beard just a stubble on his chin
watched as his father hammered away at the anvil for
what seemed an eternity. His hammer tapping the forge between
strokes.

"ARUGHH!! Yer be askin to meny fergin questions dare boy!
Jus be watchin as ah be strikin dem hammer true! Watch
as ah be makin dis blade ere! Learn dis er ah
be whippin yer hide raw dare boy eh!" Turning back
to his work he raised his hammer again.

CLANG! tap. CLANG! tap. CLANG! tap, tap.

Juhldalor watched as ore had melted in the fires of the forge,
a forge hot with the fires of the earth. He reached down
and grabbed some of the dusty earth at his feet, rubbing
it in his hands and feeling the grit beneath his fingernails.

CLANG! tap. CLANG!! tap, tap.

He thought of the fields with row upon row of drying
wheat, the earth releasing a pure scent that he breathed
in deeply and slowly. The same earth that gives life to
this crop, gives life to the fires of the forge, gives
the ore for which the swords are crafted, and gives all
upon which we fight, most of all the fires in our gut.

CLANG! tap. CLANG!!! tap. tap. CLANG!

Juhldalor reached down and placed his hands upon the cold
bare stone floor of his fathers hot forge and could swear
he could hear a song rising within his spirit.