Jack Vettriano Private Dancer

scale furnace, with the finest tools and equipment, could work on that blade; but now he saw that these were the finest tools, and that Iorek's artistry had constructed the best furnace there could be.
Iorek roared above the clangor, "Hold it still in your mind! You have to forge it, too! This is your task as much as mine!"
Will felt his whole being quiver the first one aside and placed a second on the spot to heat.
Will checked the fuel and snapped a branch in two to direct the flames better, and under the blows of the stone hammer in the bear's fist. The second piece of the blade was heating, too, and Lyra's leafy branch sent the hot gas along to bathe both pieces in its flow and keep out the iron-eating air. Will sensed it all and felt the atoms of the metal linking each to each across the fracture, forming new crystals again, strengthening and straightening themselves in the invisible lattice as the join came good."The edge!" roared Iorek. "Hold the edge in line!"He meant with your mind, and Will did it instantly, sensing the minute snags and then the minute easement as the edges lined up perfectly. Then that join was made, and Iorek turned to the next piece."A new stone," he called to Lyra, who knocked