Glen pulled the iron out of the
flame when it was white hot and placed it upon his anvil and began to fold the
iron. “Have I told you boys the riddle of steel and the man’s heart yet?” Both of his boys shook their heads. As he continued to fold the iron into a sword
he began to tell his sons what his own father had told him when he was a young
boy. “Once iron is pulled from the earth it has no shape, no purpose and no
master. It is corrupted and must be placed in the forge to remove the
impurities, much like a man must first become pure of heart. Then the hammer
folds the metal, each fold becomes a lesson that the blade learns. It teaches
the iron how to be a sword and to have purpose. Each sword must be soft on the
inside so that it will not shatter in battle when its master needs it the most.
It must also be strong on the outside so that will keep its shape.” Glen placed the iron back into the fire as it
cooled so that he could keep folding the iron into the blade he wanted and then
placed it back on his anvil once it was hot enough again. “The hammer is like a trail that a man faces
in his life as a boy. It gives him
shape, teaches him to be good and kind to those around him. And much like the
blade must be strong on the outside so must a man keep his body.”
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