This Phil did.
After working a while longer he said as if in afterthought, "Ye'll bide wi' me a while?"
"No, I must be on my way."
The man sighed heavily but said only, "I hae ta'en a likin' to ye."
Rising, the lad thrust his hand into his bosom and stood as if to take his leave.
"Na, na! Dinna haste! I'll ask ye to gie me help wi' a bit that's yet to be done."
The smith turned his work over and over. He had made a dirk with a handle of bone bound with silver, and, as he turned it, he examined it with utmost care. "'Twill do," he said at last, "and noo for the wark that takes twa pair o' hands."
He pointed to a great grindstone.
'He that will a guid edge win,
Maun forge thick an' grind thin.'