Once he had finished with one sword dust began on the other.  The slow grinding continued.  He didn't respond to his employers stiring.  When she wanted him she would call for.  Any personal respect or courtesy he might have shown her was out of his mind.  Now she only would get what professionalism demanded, and nothing more.  The slow grind coninued until he was done. Then he simply stared out into the woods, waiting for something to happen.