"I stoke the fire and don my soot-smeared apron. Long have I dreamt of the anvil — it calls to me. Its allurin

"I stoke the fire and don my soot-smeared apron. Long have I dreamt of the anvil — it calls to me. Its alluring voice captivates me. Its ringing is full of promise. Tonight, I will work the anvil myself! Tonight, I'll become a creator! And Master Dzarif, upon seeing my work, will be forced to accept me as his equal! The fire rises to the ceiling, and I raise my hammer to make the first stroke."