elucubrate
[ ih-loo-kyoo-breyt ]
verb (used with object)
- to produce (especially literary work) by long and intensive effort.**************************************************
It was done. It was finally done. It had taken Cole several days of long, tiring work, but it was finally finished. He held it up, eyes shining, even with the sweat that dripped down his forehead. His first sword. The first real blade he had ever forged with his own efforts.
He rushed to find his teacher. The massive man was pouring over an anvil. There was no hot metal to be seen anywhere to be seen, which meant the man was busy planning his next piece.
“Master, I’ve finished.” Cole said. His teacher slowly turned and held out a heavily callused hand.
Cole handed the weapon over. His teacher examined the blade with a critical eye.
“What is your assessment of this sword?” He said in a voice as heavy as the anvil he stood in front of.
Cole knew lying would only hurt him later. “It’s bad. Very bad. It’s not even, both in shape and sharpness. The thickness isn’t quite right, as it’s too thick for the size of the blade. Also, I’m pretty sure the hilt doesn’t fit quite right, but I haven’t tested that out fully yet. But it works. It’s identifiable as a functioning sword. It’ll cut and won’t immediately break. It will eventually, of course, but it’ll last through several fights if properly maintained.”
“If you were to sell it, what would you charge?”
Cole thought about that. “I wouldn’t sell it. Nobody but the most desperate of warriors would even consider it. And even then, I couldn’t charge much. Maybe a copper more than the iron cost to buy.”
His teacher set the crude iron weapon on the anvil. He turned to Cole. His face was broad and flat, and there was never a smile on his lips. But Cole had learned to read his expressions well enough. And he seemed happy.
“A decent assessment. Not perfect, as you failed to mention several flaws. But that isn’t a problem. You’re still learning and wouldn’t know what to look for in every aspect. It is indeed a terrible sword that won’t sell to anyone. But it is, as you say, definitely a sword. And for your first, that’s what counts.”
“So?”
“Yes. You’ve succeeded in your task. Just barely, but you have. And so, I will teach you more.”
“Yes, Master!” Cole said enthusiastically.
“I can tell you put quite a bit of time and effort into the making of this blade. That is what will carry you far.” He paused. “Cole, do you know why I feel you will be among my better students?”
“No, Master.”
“There are two things. One is your drive. That you earnestly completed this one sword to the level you did, instead of scrapping it and starting again like so many other students. It shows you have a dedication. You will see a task through and, hopefully, learn from every step instead of becoming too focused on one part.
“The second is your honesty. You can honestly look at yourself and your work. You have shown the judgement to see your own flaws. That is a rare trait, and an important one. If you cannot see when you’re doing something wrong, you’ll never be able to fix those mistakes. You will likely never be a truly great blacksmith, but you will become a good one. A reliable one. And many times, that’s all that’s needed. Now rest. I can tell you worked very hard. Tomorrow, we’ll begin the next step of your training.”
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It's always important to recognize your own flaws and shortcomings. Know when you messed up or when you can't do something. It's a trait that's lacking in far too many people these days.