Half the World (Shattered Sea) - Joe Abercrombie Page 0,112
moment, then the idea came and she started to smile. She pulled the pouch from around her neck and tipped the smooth and yellowed little lumps out across the table. She’d worn them long enough. Time to put them to better use. “How about a hero’s bones?”
Rin raised her brows at them. “Even better.”
THEY STOPPED IN AN ash-scattered clearing by the river, a ring of stones in the center blackened as if it had held one hell of a fire.
Rin swung the big bag of tools down from her shoulder. “We’re here.”
“Did we have to come so far?” Thorn dumped the coal sacks, stretching out her back and wiping her sweating face on her forearm.
“Don’t want my secrets stolen. Talking of which, tell anyone what happens here I’ll have to kill you.” Rin tossed Thorn a shovel. “Now get in the river and dig out some clay.”
Thorn frowned sideways, sucking at the hole in her teeth. “I’m starting to think Skifr was an easier master.”
“Who’s Skifr?”
“Never mind.”
She waded out to her waist in the stream, the water so cold it made her gasp in spite of the summer warmth, and set to cutting clay from the bed and slopping it onto the bank in gray shovelfuls.
Rin put some dull lumps of iron-stone in a jar, along with the black ash of Thorn’s father’s bones, and a sprinkle of sand, and two glass beads, then she started smearing clay around the lid, sealing it shut.
“What’s the glass for?” asked Thorn.
“To trick the dirt out of the iron,” murmured Rin, without looking up. “The hotter we get the furnace the purer the steel and the stronger the blade.”
“How did you learn all this?”
“I was apprentice to a smith called Gaden. I watched some others. I talked to some sword-merchants from down the Divine.” Rin tapped at the side of her head and left a smear of clay there. “The rest I worked out for myself.”
“You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to steel.” Rin set the clay jar carefully in the middle of the ring of stones. “Back in the river, then.”
So Thorn sloshed out shivering into the stream again while Rin built the furnace. She heaped coal up inside, stones outside, and mortared them with clay until she’d built a thing looked like a great domed bread-oven, chest high, with an opening at the bottom.
“Help me seal it.” Rin dug up clay with her hands and Thorn did the same, smearing it thick over the outside. “What’s it like? Being a Chosen Shield?”
“Dreamed of it all my life,” said Thorn, puffing herself up. “And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather serve than Queen Laithlin.”
Rin nodded. “They don’t call her the Golden Queen for nothing.”
“It’s a high honor.”
“No doubt. But what’s it like?”
Thorn sagged. “So far, boring. Since I swore the oath I’ve spent most of my time standing in the queen’s counting house, frowning at merchants while they ask her for favors that might as well be in a foreign tongue for all I understand them.”
“Wondering if you made a mistake?” asked Rin, digging up another handful of gray mush.
“No,” snapped Thorn, and then, after a moment spent squashing more clay into the cracks, “Maybe. It’d hardly be my first.”
“You ain’t at all as tough you make out, are you?”
Thorn took a long breath. “Who is?”
RIN BLEW GENTLY ON her shovel, the coals rustling as they glowed bright, then she got on her belly and rammed them deep into the mouth of the furnace, puffing out her cheeks as she blew hard, over and over. Finally she rocked back on her heels, watching the fire taking the coal, flame flickering orange inside the vent.
“What’s happening between you and Brand?” she asked.
Thorn had known it was coming, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable. “I don’t know.”
“Not that complicated a question, is it?”
“You wouldn’t think so.”
“Well, are you done with him?”
“No,” said Thorn, surprised by how firm she sounded.
“Did he say he was done with you?”
“We both know Brand’s not much at saying things. But I wouldn’t be surprised. Not exactly what men dream of, am I?”
Rin frowned at her for a moment. “I reckon different men dream of different things. Just like different women.”
“Couldn’t have taken off running much sooner, though, could he?”
“He’s wanted to be a warrior a long time. That was his chance.”
“Aye.” Thorn took a long breath. “Thought it’d get simpler when … you know.”