Fall 6, 513 AV
The clay had now dried and the castle had become quieter as the residents made their way to bed. The forge was often dark by human standards, but now it was dark even by Isurian standards. For the process of hardening to be successful the sword had to hit a very specific temperature, and it had to reach that along the entire length of the blade at the same time. For this to happen the sword would turn a very specific colour and it was for this reason that the forge had been darkened. No mistake could be made in this process if the sword was to perform as it should.
This process would also highlight any deficiencies in the forging process. Any mistakes he had made there, any shoddy work and it would show now for the metal would not heat evenly and would twist and warp. Some of that was inevitable, but serious damage could not be corrected and in the worst cases the hard steel shell would crack or deform and that would mean starting again from the very beginning.
If the sword survived but the heat treatment wasn’t quite right then it could be corrected by stripping off all the clay and reheating the sword back to an even temper before starting again with the clay. A good sword would make it through this process a few times, but it was not good to do so at this stage, for those times were for repair to an old sword, for example one where it had been polished too many times and the hamon was no longer visible.
A water bath had been prepared and placed next to the forge and the coals in the forge had been built up in a very specific way. Holding the sword by the tang, he laid it in the fire edge upwards once the fire had reached what he judged to be the right temperature. Now was the critical stage and he watched the sword very closely, pulling the blade through the coals slowly, replacing it and repeating the process. Each pass of the sword was carefully timed so that each part was in the heat for exactly the time it needed. This allowed him control over the heating process which compensated for the fact that the blade narrowed somewhat towards the tip and if the whole blade was left to heat then the tip would become too hot and burn, destroying the swords temper and rendering it useless.
When the blade became orange in colour he turned it over so that it was edge down and repeated the process. This was why the edge was not yet defined and was still thick and blunt. Had it been sharp then again the edge would have quickly heated and the carbon would have been burnt out of it rendering it useless as it would no longer be possible to harden it properly.
He waited until the edge was starting to turn yellow and the spine was still a duller orange. Now the critical point was being reached and he paid closer attention, the prayers to Izrudin now becoming more focussed as he channelled them through his left arm which still held the tang.
Now the blade was almost to the right heat he could see the hamon visible through the clay as it held back the spine to a lower temperature, shielded as it was by also being at the top and furthest away from the heat. He waited a little longer, moving the blade carefully to achieve the same colour along its whole length then withdrew it and plunged it, as straight as he could manage, edge down into the tank of water.
Steam bubbled off the weapon and the surface of the water roiled and spat. This was the point when errors in the forging would show, for this placed the blade under immense stress. Simply entering the water was enough to bend the steel. As the point slipped in, so it cooled faster than the spine, shrinking and bowing the blade into a downward curve. This was where the blade could shatter or warp. Then moments later the spine cooled as well and the curve straightened back up.
Now the prayers were more heartfelt than before.
The clay had now dried and the castle had become quieter as the residents made their way to bed. The forge was often dark by human standards, but now it was dark even by Isurian standards. For the process of hardening to be successful the sword had to hit a very specific temperature, and it had to reach that along the entire length of the blade at the same time. For this to happen the sword would turn a very specific colour and it was for this reason that the forge had been darkened. No mistake could be made in this process if the sword was to perform as it should.
This process would also highlight any deficiencies in the forging process. Any mistakes he had made there, any shoddy work and it would show now for the metal would not heat evenly and would twist and warp. Some of that was inevitable, but serious damage could not be corrected and in the worst cases the hard steel shell would crack or deform and that would mean starting again from the very beginning.
If the sword survived but the heat treatment wasn’t quite right then it could be corrected by stripping off all the clay and reheating the sword back to an even temper before starting again with the clay. A good sword would make it through this process a few times, but it was not good to do so at this stage, for those times were for repair to an old sword, for example one where it had been polished too many times and the hamon was no longer visible.
A water bath had been prepared and placed next to the forge and the coals in the forge had been built up in a very specific way. Holding the sword by the tang, he laid it in the fire edge upwards once the fire had reached what he judged to be the right temperature. Now was the critical stage and he watched the sword very closely, pulling the blade through the coals slowly, replacing it and repeating the process. Each pass of the sword was carefully timed so that each part was in the heat for exactly the time it needed. This allowed him control over the heating process which compensated for the fact that the blade narrowed somewhat towards the tip and if the whole blade was left to heat then the tip would become too hot and burn, destroying the swords temper and rendering it useless.
When the blade became orange in colour he turned it over so that it was edge down and repeated the process. This was why the edge was not yet defined and was still thick and blunt. Had it been sharp then again the edge would have quickly heated and the carbon would have been burnt out of it rendering it useless as it would no longer be possible to harden it properly.
He waited until the edge was starting to turn yellow and the spine was still a duller orange. Now the critical point was being reached and he paid closer attention, the prayers to Izrudin now becoming more focussed as he channelled them through his left arm which still held the tang.
Now the blade was almost to the right heat he could see the hamon visible through the clay as it held back the spine to a lower temperature, shielded as it was by also being at the top and furthest away from the heat. He waited a little longer, moving the blade carefully to achieve the same colour along its whole length then withdrew it and plunged it, as straight as he could manage, edge down into the tank of water.
Steam bubbled off the weapon and the surface of the water roiled and spat. This was the point when errors in the forging would show, for this placed the blade under immense stress. Simply entering the water was enough to bend the steel. As the point slipped in, so it cooled faster than the spine, shrinking and bowing the blade into a downward curve. This was where the blade could shatter or warp. Then moments later the spine cooled as well and the curve straightened back up.
Now the prayers were more heartfelt than before.