“I know knives,” I said, looking down at the floor. “You said you knew your way around a forge the other day. And then you tried to stick your finger inside a glowing hot crucible.” “I do know my way around a forge. I just… I wasn’t thinking.” He wiped his hands on his shirt and tossed it onto the workbench. “You could slice your own throat wide open with a knife like that if you forget to think, Osha.” “Just give me the damn quicksilver already. Let’s see if we can bind this bone with it and turn it into something useful.”
