Cat leaned against a post and watched the blacksmith work for while.  There was something beautiful in the care it took to make a blade, each motion repeated over and over until the metal bent to the will of the maker.  She knew he was aware of her, but neither said a word until he finally quenched the blade in the bucket of water he kept standing beside the fire with a satisfying hiss and outpouring of steam.<br/><br/>She stood upright then and hailed him, “That’s fine work you are doing.  A lot of care goes into a blade like that.  Do you have any finished pieces to show?”<br/>