His next words are a whisper. ‘He’s determined to hate you.’ ‘I know,’ Harry breathes. ‘And he’s furious with himself that he’s failing,’ the blacksmith continues. Harry looks at Ralf in amazement. Ralf smiles and pats him on the back. ‘I must get back to my forge. Keep trying, Harry. The best steel is strong and takes much effort to shape, but with patience, it can become something beautiful.’
Ralf also knows shit, listen to the man, Harry
