FIFTEEN - THE FORGE
al until , te smell of smasrils of tcalaimon ive, co a crow so er.
Eventually to Ioreks satisfaction, and t tle knife among t t of told Lyra to begin ing tone-gas over tce face lurid in tal begin to gloe.
Iorek co snatc. After a fes tal cening, and sparks just like t.
t paed in and seized first one piece and tips of e of his
armor. ill could smell t Iorek took no notice of t, and moving raordinary speed ed t he rock hammer.
tip leapt on t t of tiny triangle of metal, t point t searc toms, and all rembled, sensing every flicker of every flame and tom in ttice of tal. Before t only a full-scale furnace, tools and equipment, could blade; but no tools, and t Ioreks artistry ructed t furnace there could be.
Iorek roared above t; still in your mind! You o forge it, too! task as muc;
ill felt one . ting, too, and Lyras leafy branc t gas along to bats flo ting air. ill sensed it all and felt toms of tal linking eaco eacure, forming neals again, strengtraigtice as the join came good.
quot;t; roared Iorek. quot;;
instantly, sensing te snags and te easement as tly. t join urned to t piece.
quot;A neone,quot; o Lyra, to .
ill co direct tter, and Iorek began to a ney added to ask, because o ion only by doing t accurately could .
So tinued. took; Lyra, for , found reaming, igue; but still sone as Iorek old ill talaimon raised the flames.
came to ted by tellectual effort t branco to under