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Iorek watched carefully, his claws ready to clip the blade out, and after a while, the metal changed again, the surface became brilliant, and sparks like fireworks flew everywhere. Then Iorek went into action, his right paw darting in, grabbing first one, then another, and pinning them between the tips of his giant claws on the piece of iron that had been the back of his helmet. Will could smell the burning of his paws, but Iorek ignored it. He adjusted the angle of the blade overlap with unusual speed, then raised his left paw high and hit it with the stone hammer. The point of the knife jumped on the rock under the heavy hammer, and Will thought the rest of his life depended on what happened to that little triangle, the point where he looked for a crack in the atom. All his nerves trembled, feeling every flicker of every flame, feeling every atom loose in the lattice of metal. Previously, he had thought that only a full-sized furnace with the finest tools and equipment could repair the blade, but now he saw that these were the finest tools, and that Iorek's skill had built the best furnace. Iorek's growl overpowered the clanging percussion. "Concentrate and hold tight!"! You have to be in the casting too! This is also your task! Will felt his whole body tremble at the blow of the stone hammer in the bear's paw. The second set of blades was also heating,x60 line pipe, and Laila's leafy branches sent the hot air over them, which bathed both blades in gas, avoiding the iron-eating air. Will felt everything. He felt the metal atoms connecting across the gap, forming new crystals, strengthening and straightening themselves in an invisible lattice as the interface was connected. Blade! Roared Iorek. "Straighten the blade!" He meant to concentrate, and Will did so immediately. He felt the small obstacles, and then the slight relief when the blade was perfectly connected. Then the joint was connected,x56 line pipe, and Iorek turned to another piece. Get a new stone. He called out to Laila, who threw the first stone aside and put the second one on to heat it. Will checked the fuel and split a branch in two to help the fire burn. Iorek began to swing the hammer again. Will felt that his task had added a new layer of complexity, because he had to connect the new blade with the previous two accurately, and he knew that only by doing it correctly could he help Iorek fix the knife. So the work went on, and he did not know how long it took. As for Laila, she also found that her arms were sore, her eyes were watery, her skin was sore and red, and every bone in her body was tired and painful, but she still put the stones on one by one according to Iorek's orders, and the tired Panteleimon still raised his wings and beat the flames with pleasure. By the time he reached the last piece, Will's head was spinning. His mental efforts had exhausted him. He could hardly pick up another branch to put on the fire. He had to connect the blades or the knives would not fit together. When it came to the most complicated piece, the last piece, 316l stainless steel pipe ,x70 line pipe, the nearly finished blade connected to the last remaining piece on the handle — if he couldn't hold it with all the other blades in his full consciousness, then the knife would fall apart, just as Iorek had not repaired it at all. The bear felt this, too, and stopped for a moment as he began to heat the last piece. He looked at Will. In his eyes, Will's eyes were scattered and expressionless, just a bottomless black light. But he understood: It's work, it's hard, but they can do it, they can do it. It was enough for Will, so his heart went back to the fire, unleashed his imagination to the top of the broken hilt, and gathered his strength for the last part of the most difficult task. So he, Iorek, and Laila forged the knife together. How long it took for the last joint, he had no idea, but as Iorek hit the last hammer, Will felt the last tiny fusion of the atoms as they joined together across the gap, and he collapsed on the floor of the cave, letting fatigue take over him. On one side, Laila collapsed to the ground, her eyes dull, her eyes red, and her hair covered with soot. Iorek himself stood top-heavy, his fur singed in places and streaked with black ash on a thick, creamy white. Tellis and Salmachia took turns sleeping, keeping one of them awake. Now she was awake and he was sleeping, but as the blade cooled from red to gray and finally to silver and Will reached out to hold the handle, she put a hand on his shoulder to wake him up, and he woke up immediately. But Will didn't touch the knife: he put his palm close by, and the hot ring of the knife was too big for his hand. The spies were relieved on the rock when Iorek said to Will, "Come out." Then he said to Laila, "Stay here and don't touch the knife." Laila sat down close to the chopping board, where the knife lay cooling. Iorek told her to build up the fire and not let it go out: there was one last process. Will followed Iorek to the dark hillside outside, and when he came out of the hot cave, he felt cold to the bone. They shouldn't have made that knife, "Iorek said after walking for a while." Maybe I shouldn't have fixed it. I'm upset. I have never been troubled before, I have never had doubts, and now I am full of doubts. Doubt is a human thing, not a bear thing. If I'm becoming human, something is wrong, something is wrong,uns c68700, and I'm making things worse. "But wasn't it just as wrong when the first bear made the first suit of armor?" Iorek was silent, and they walked until they reached a large pile of snow. Iorek lay rolling in the snow, flicking snowflakes into the dark air so that he seemed to be made of snow. He was the embodiment of all the snow in the world. lksteelpipe.com