Handy walked over to its side and pulled on a loop of strong rope. It held fast. There was an awful lot of rope hanging down its sides, but there was no mast to speak of. Looking to the side of the barn, there were several piles of shaped iron fastenings and several sacks filled with bolts. "What the hell am I going to do with a ship?" he asked, still half awake. Klipwing had stumbled into the room he owned in the castle early that morning.