Rumors of InoWorld - How good is our Lady! Eyes like two bott | Pagan Gods News

Rumors of InoWorld

- How good is our Lady! Eyes like two bottomless lakes, chiseled cheeks, beckoning lips! And her magnificent loins!... Who wouldn’t want to work for?! - the young apprentice said dreamily, leaning on the furs.
The fire in the forge flared up, embraced the workpiece passionately and began to caress, making the iron redden.
- Do you really think, master, that noble craftsmen are here only for the sake of a woman's beauty?! - the blacksmith glared sharply at the assistant, took a piece of iron from the forge, and began to beat with a heavy hammer. In the light of the fire, under the skin damp from the heat, bumpy muscles began to move. Oh, what a strong big man.
- All right, all right, and she pays fairly… - the apprentice glanced briefly at his frail hands and sighed heavily.
- That’s not the point, - the blacksmith rolled his eyes. She rules wisely, shrewdly. She knows our business not by books: she knows everything herself. A craftswoman that not everyone can surpass. Craftsmen are hired to learn new things. And the Lady welcomes everyone with joy and provides work. Yes, only with those she shares the secrets of our craft, in whom she sees the grain of the creator and the master.
- And she saw that in you?
- Undoubtedly.
- Is there a chance for me?
- In you, except for dirty thoughts, nothing is noticeable yet... And when you show what you truly are capable of, you’ll deserve…
- And what is the wisdom of her reign?
- Think about it yourself? Are you doing well? Live well, sleep well?
- Not complaining.
- That’s it. And when the ore and wood began to dry up and the masters began to grumble, they say, she solved all the problems herself. She left her workshop, two weeks have passed - and our warehouses are bursting with fresh materials!
- It's true…
- What kind of masterpieces do we produce? Power! The beauty! Greatness! Where else would you have to work on such an order?
- Shhhh! The apprentice looked around. - Shut up, teacher! I have heard that the Lady has bewitched that if anyone talks about his work, his tongue will dry up!
- Yes-yes, I didn’t say anything, - the blacksmith grunted and fell silent, listening to the sonorous song of his hammer.

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