The Fire That Taught Him to Be Alone
When the forge had been shut for half a year, he started going alone: he'd light the fire and finish the pieces his grandfather had left half-done. He knew what temperature to heat the iron to so it would bend without breaking, because it had been put into his hands without ever being explained in words. So, at fifteen, he learned to be alone with the fire that teaches. That quiet composure is what you're wearing when you wear this bull.







