Timestamp: 1st of Spring, 518 A.V.
"The good thing about working with ore and pellets is that they'll melt on their way down through the furnace chute," Ros said. "A bar takes much, much longer to melt, even over a direct coal bed. Frankly, once an ingot gets too big it's usability becomes less and less realistic. It just takes too long and it's too heavy--the only use of an ingot in the first place is storage and transport, with an emphasis on trade and maybe a little quality insurance somewhere as a priority."
The Isur threw another log into the fire. "Get down here and work the bellows. The way the furnace works is the heat is pumped up through the tuyeres, those are the pipes you can't see that we've installed at the top of the blast oven. The whole thing is separate from the sprue inside and the actual ingot mold it leads too. The bellows take care of getting the heat through the pipes and where it needs to be to do its good."
The Isur put a paid of hands on the bellows and pumped it once for emphasis. "But the only way that heat gets blasted up the furnace is if you pump enough oxygen up through the pipes and into the shaft. You see? You can hear all that hot air pushing through the fire. You know that flames hot--hot enough to break those pellets down into ore and slag right fast."
Bandin got on the bellows, taking the reins from his instructor.
"Keeping the oxygen flowing long enough gets rough if you're working with ingots, but it's not so bad for pellets. Like I said: they burn up fast. Give it a good breathe of air in there. You're going to have to put your back into it to do it right. There's--"
"No shortcuts," Bandin said and squared himself up on the bellows.
A great whooshing came when he put the pressure down and brought the side handles together; the valves opened and forced a great stream of oxygen through the connected nozzle and into the furnace.
"Just right," the Isur replied. "A different count between bellow squeezes might be a reasonable thing for different ores, but you're not to that level of worrying about minuteness yet--and, honestly, at that point you're just playing with your own opinions. Every pellet is different, there's no real way to know the perfect way to do it."
"Give it a breathe of two. It'll be easy to keep the beat in your head. Mostly it'll leave just enough time to relax your forearms and ride the bellows open again," Ros explained.
Bandin counted the two beat. He rode the bellows back out to their width. His forearms weren't doing so bad and relaxing them, as the master smith had instructed, allowed him to feel the blood flowing again.
"Once more," Ros said, right on time with Bandin's second count.
"Alright," Bandin said and gave the bellows another push.
Air shot up the furnace once again. He saw a series of small embers leave the top of the stone construction.
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