The metal needed time to cool before his hammer could do its work. So again his attention turned back to her. The fire would deplete soon and the chill would seep into the forge. But not yet. There was only fire now.

"I made a helmet for myself, once. Shaped like a bull, with horns and a face in it. Some knight took it. I never managed to get it back. But it was good. My best work I'd ever made. A few lords wanted to buy it, but I'd never let them."