"I know you as a good craftsman. You always made my shares. Rescue me again! These are shares from the Agronomic College farm."

"Even if I didn't know they took everything from you I would guess these are not yours! An owner wouldn't bring them to such a state!.. Who is going to pay?"

"I am!"

Sparks flew up into the darkening evening sky, the fire was brighter and brighter, the red-hot iron prettier and prettier. Old Alexander was making his job seriously like a ritual.