Celwriter: This is an extremely late chapter, I know, but I could not get
on the internet. Anyway, here it is:
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Chapter 10
The door creaked open before Cel could find a hiding place. A fairly old nobleman walked in.
"Mr. William Turner?" he asked.
"That's me," said Wil stepping forward, "What can I do for you today?"
"I need a sword," The nobleman said.
"What kind of sword would you li," Wil started.
"For my son," the nobleman continued. He motioned a young lad forward. He appeared to Cel to be about Ricky's age, fifteen. "This is my son, Lord Philip Benidetch."
"Good evening," the lad said.
"Now I have a meeting to go to," the nobleman said, "I'll come back in an hour, the proper measurements should be done by then." With that, the man left. Cel looked at the handsome youth and he at her. Wil took out the chord he used for measuring and Cel decided that she would talk to the lad while her brother worked.
"Good evening, my name is Celeste Turner. William is my brother." Cel smiled, but did not like having to put on false airs; all this chivalry was nonsense. She would have offered her hand for her brother's sake, but knew that Philip had to remain stationary. It was the usual procedure for anyone who wanted a sword perfect for them, Cel had gone through the same procedure.
Cel reached to her side and realized that she was wearing a sword, something that women were not supposed to do. She caught Philip looking at her side. Cel had to think up something quickly so she drew it out.
"This," she said, "Is a sword made by another blacksmith. These dents along the edge are caused by bad workmanship. My brother, William, however," Cel drew one of the swords that hung on a nearby rack, "takes care in every sword he completes. Note the perfect balance, the near weightlessness of the material. The tang is nearly the twice width of the blade." Well, Cel, that was a quick, witty idea, what are you going to do next, pretend that you know everything about blacksmithing?
"It is a remarkable piece, isn't it?" the lad said. Evidently his measurements were finished being taken.
"Yes, one of the finest in Port Royal," Cel replied, acting like she knew this when she really did not have a clue.
"So, Miss Turner," Philip began.
"Oh, you can call me Celeste," Cel told him, becoming casual all of the sudden.
"Okay, Celeste, I haven't seen you in Port Royal before, yet I think that I've seen you before. Have we met?" Philip asked. Cel remembered where he had seen her. She had attacked his ship on its passage from England. Hopefully he wouldn't remember or she was doomed.
"I think it might have been on the passage from England. I just recently arrived. I came to see my brother because my mother recently passed away," Cel lied.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I think that I might have seen you on the ship." At that moment, the nobleman returned.
"Your sword should be ready by tomorrow afternoon," Wil told him. Evidently the nobleman was quite shocked at how quickly Wil could finish a sword. For most blacksmiths it would take several days, not 24 hours, but those blacksmiths were fairly lazy and/or had quite a workload.
"Perhaps we'll meet again?" Philip asked as he left with his father.
"Perhaps," Cel replied. But hopefully not, Cel added to herself, but maybe it won't be so bad.
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Celwriter: no, I know nothing about blacksmithing except the things that I have read. I am also not sure about the "tang" part. R&R.
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Chapter 10
The door creaked open before Cel could find a hiding place. A fairly old nobleman walked in.
"Mr. William Turner?" he asked.
"That's me," said Wil stepping forward, "What can I do for you today?"
"I need a sword," The nobleman said.
"What kind of sword would you li," Wil started.
"For my son," the nobleman continued. He motioned a young lad forward. He appeared to Cel to be about Ricky's age, fifteen. "This is my son, Lord Philip Benidetch."
"Good evening," the lad said.
"Now I have a meeting to go to," the nobleman said, "I'll come back in an hour, the proper measurements should be done by then." With that, the man left. Cel looked at the handsome youth and he at her. Wil took out the chord he used for measuring and Cel decided that she would talk to the lad while her brother worked.
"Good evening, my name is Celeste Turner. William is my brother." Cel smiled, but did not like having to put on false airs; all this chivalry was nonsense. She would have offered her hand for her brother's sake, but knew that Philip had to remain stationary. It was the usual procedure for anyone who wanted a sword perfect for them, Cel had gone through the same procedure.
Cel reached to her side and realized that she was wearing a sword, something that women were not supposed to do. She caught Philip looking at her side. Cel had to think up something quickly so she drew it out.
"This," she said, "Is a sword made by another blacksmith. These dents along the edge are caused by bad workmanship. My brother, William, however," Cel drew one of the swords that hung on a nearby rack, "takes care in every sword he completes. Note the perfect balance, the near weightlessness of the material. The tang is nearly the twice width of the blade." Well, Cel, that was a quick, witty idea, what are you going to do next, pretend that you know everything about blacksmithing?
"It is a remarkable piece, isn't it?" the lad said. Evidently his measurements were finished being taken.
"Yes, one of the finest in Port Royal," Cel replied, acting like she knew this when she really did not have a clue.
"So, Miss Turner," Philip began.
"Oh, you can call me Celeste," Cel told him, becoming casual all of the sudden.
"Okay, Celeste, I haven't seen you in Port Royal before, yet I think that I've seen you before. Have we met?" Philip asked. Cel remembered where he had seen her. She had attacked his ship on its passage from England. Hopefully he wouldn't remember or she was doomed.
"I think it might have been on the passage from England. I just recently arrived. I came to see my brother because my mother recently passed away," Cel lied.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I think that I might have seen you on the ship." At that moment, the nobleman returned.
"Your sword should be ready by tomorrow afternoon," Wil told him. Evidently the nobleman was quite shocked at how quickly Wil could finish a sword. For most blacksmiths it would take several days, not 24 hours, but those blacksmiths were fairly lazy and/or had quite a workload.
"Perhaps we'll meet again?" Philip asked as he left with his father.
"Perhaps," Cel replied. But hopefully not, Cel added to herself, but maybe it won't be so bad.
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Celwriter: no, I know nothing about blacksmithing except the things that I have read. I am also not sure about the "tang" part. R&R.