"Even so?" She barely heard the words for the din of his great hammer.
"You are unmannerly, Smith."
"Speak then," said he, dropping his tools, "and never forget, maid, that it is not I invited this encounter."
At that she cried out hotly, "Does not your shop invite trade?"
"Ay; but what's that to you?"
"My only purpose in talking with you," she said in a flame of wrath. "I require what you have, but I would rather buy it of any man than you."
"What do you require?"
"That!" She pointed to the sword.
"I cannot sell it. It is a young knight's blade I am mending against the jousting."
"Have you no other?"