Entry One:
Tomorrow I am going confess my feelings for the young smith at the smithy. He's been watching over me with great care and has taught me a lot. I now know how to heat and pound the metal to a shape I like. When he puts his hands on my sides to steady me or overlaps my small hand with his as he teaches me how best to bring the hammer down I feel my heart leap. I'm sure he feels the same way as I see his eyes on me always. The hard part is going to find a time when we are alone. It seems the village guard is glued to a post just outside the smithy where he can see everything inside. Maybe while our hammers are ringing against the anvil...
Entry Two:
He sold me! He really SOLD ME! What was my father thinking? I confessed my feeling for Samuel today only to learn that he could not return my feelings because I belonged to the head smith. When I looked confused he asked mentioned something strange to me. He mentioned my first meeting with the head smith. I remember it well, it was the day I started at the smithy. He told me that I had met the smith once before that. Perhaps that is on the page I never turn to when I look back in this book of mine. My hand shakes every time I try to touch it. I do remember something about ten gold then. Those words seem to be burned into my memory. I remember not know what the ten gold was for but after starting at the smithy, I had thought it was the price for the smith to train me. I now learn that is all my flesh is worth to my father. Ten gold.
It now makes sense as to why the village guard keeps his place at the door of the smithy no matter what the weather. It also makes sense as to why father always comes into the village proper to pick me up each night and never lets me out of his sight when at home. He must fear that I will run away. How long will it be then before the smith decides he is unwilling to wait for me to become of age?
I must get some time with mum mother to learn what her part in this is. I can't see her agreeing to any of this but I must know before I can call her mum again.
