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Perrin took several of those lengths of steel and set thee wasn’t as nice as what he was accustoh he had a bellows and three barrels for quenching, the wind cooled the et as hot as he’d like He watched with dissatisfaction

"I can help you with that, Lord Perrin," Neald said from the side "Heat the metal up, if you want"

Perrin eyed hi it up with his tongs "I want it a nice yellow-red Not so hot it goes white, mind you"

Neald nodded Perrin set the bar on the anvil, took out his haain Neald stood at the side, concentrating

Perrin lost hie the steel All else faded The rhyth of his heart That shierous In that focus, he found clarity The world was cracking, breaking further each day It needed help, right now Once a thing shattered, you couldn’t put it back together

"Neald," Grady’s voice said It was urgent, but distant to Perrin "Neald, what are you doing?"

"I don’t know," Neald replied "It feels right"

Perrin continued to pound, harder and harder He folded the ainst one another It onderful the way the Asha’ht te to rely on only a few s

The metal seemed to flow, al? He took the other two lengths out of the flaan to switch between the three The first--and largest--he folded upon itself,where he increased its girth He e ball, then added e as aand thin, then folded it into a narrow rod The final, smallest piece he flattened

He breathed in and out, his lungs working like bellows His sas like the quenching waters His are

"Wise Ones, I need a circle," Neald said urgently "Now Don’t argue! I need it!"

Sparks began to fly as Perrin pounded Larger shoith each blow He felt so froth, and also his own feelings Both worries and hopes These flowed fro He couldn’t save it That was Rand’s job Perrin just wanted to go back to his simple life, didn’t he?