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swatch of white cloth.
YES?
‘Silk,’ she said softly. ‘Finest white silk. The real stuff. Never worn.’
She sat back and stared at it.
After a while he took it tactfully from her fingers.
THANK YOU.
‘Well now,’ she said, waking up. ‘That’s it, isn’t it?’
When he turned the blade, it made a noise like whommmm. The fires of the forge were barely alive now, but the blade She watched Bill Door stride out of the forge, and scuttled after him. He went and stood in the middle of the yard, holding the scythe blade edge-on to the faint, dawn breeze.
It hummed.
‘How sharp can a blade get, for goodness’ sake?’glowed with razor light. ‘Sharpened on silk,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Who’d believe it?’AND STILL BLUNT.Bill Door looked around the dark forge, and then darted into a corner.‘What have you found?’COBWEB.There was a long thin whine, like the torturing of ants.‘Any good?’STILL TOO BLUNT.
IT CAN GET SHARPER THAN THIS.
Down in his henhouse, Cyril the cockerel