“Take it.” Ajala cleared his throat. “I do not usually give away good hammers, but. . . . The work you’ve done today is worth more than the price of that hammer by far, and maybe it will help you to that ‘one day.’ Man, if I have ever seen anyone made to hold a smith’s hammer, it is you. So take it. Keep it.” Perrin closed his hand around the haft. It did feel right. “Thank you,” he said. “I cannot say what this means to me.” “Just remember the ‘one day,’ man. Just you remember it.”
