He had worked for his living and he paid his debts before he left . `` I shall give that novice a gift , '' said Weland . `` A gift that shall do him good the wide world over and Old England after him . Blow up my fire , Old Thing , while I get the iron for my last task . '' Then he made a sword -- a dark-grey , wavy-lined sword -- and I blew the fire while he hammered . By Oak , Ash and Thorn , I tell you , Weland was a Smith of the Gods ! He cooled that sword in running water twice , and the third time he cooled it in the evening dew , and he laid it out in the moonlight and said Runes -LRB- that 's charms -RRB- over it , and he carved Runes of Prophecy on the blade . `` Old Thing , '' he said to me , wiping his forehead , `` this is the best blade that Weland ever made . Even the user will never know how good it is . Come to the monastery . '' ` We went to the dormitory where the monks slept , we saw the novice fast asleep in his cot , and Weland put the sword into his hand , and I remember the young fellow gripped it in his sleep . Then Weland strode as far as he dared into the Chapel and threw down all his shoeing-tools -- his hammers and pincers and rasps -- to show that he had done with them for ever . It sounded like suits of armour falling , and the sleepy monks ran in , for they thought the monastery had been attacked by the French . The novice came first of all , waving his new sword and shouting Saxon battle-cries . When they saw the shoeing-tools they were very bewildered , till the novice asked leave to speak , and told what he had done to the farmer , and what he had said to Wayland-Smith , and how , though the dormitory light was burning , he had found the wonderful rune-carved sword in his cot . ` The Abbot shook his head at first , and then he laughed and said to the novice : `` Son Hugh , it needed no sign from a heathen God to show me that you will never be a monk . Take your sword , and keep your sword , and go with your sword , and be as gentle as you are strong and courteous . We will hang up the Smith 's tools before the Altar , '' he said , `` because , whatever the Smith of the Gods may have been , in the old days , we know that he worked honestly for his living and made gifts to Mother Church . '' Then they went to bed again , all except the novice , and he sat up in the garth playing with his sword . Then Weland said to me by the stables : `` Farewell , Old Thing ; you had the right of it .
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