"Wonderful!" Tedric exclaimed. "All gods act that way, in spite of what they—through their priests—say. I am overwhelmingly glad that you are being honest with me. Hast found me worthy of the god-metal, Lord Llosir?"
"Yes, so let's get at it. Take that biggest chunk of 'metal-which-fell-from-the-sky'—you'll find it's about twice your weight ..."
"But I have never been able to work that particular piece of metal, Lord."
"I'm not surprised. Ordinary meteorites are nickel-iron, but this one carries two additional and highly unusual elements, tungsten and vanadium, which are necessary for our purpose. To melt it you'll have to run your fires a lot hotter. You'll also have to have a carburizing pot and willow charcoal and metallurgical coke and several other things. We'll go into details later. That green stone from which altars are made—you can secure some of it?"
"Any amount of it."
"Of it take your full weight. And of the black ore of which you have occasionally used a little, one-fourth of your weight ..."
The instructions went on, from ore to finished product in complete detail, and at its end:
"If you follow these directions carefully you will have a high-alloy-steel—chrome-nickel-vanadium-molybdenum-tungsten steel, to be exact—case-hardened and heat-treated; exactly what you need. Can you remember them all?"
"I can, Lord. Never have I dared write anything down, so my memory is good. Every quantity you have given me, every temperature and step and process and item; they are all completely in mind."
"I go, then. Good-bye."