When Attila had got up that morning, early as usual, and had gone to his usual 'thinking place' near the lake it ( Read more... )

There is a horse in the woods. It's a big beautiful bastard of an animal and Attila covets it to the depth of his being ( Read more... )

It's called 'chasing the grain'. Attila has been at it for 48 hours now apart from the time spent doing his work and the job is almost done. With the bough propped against his knee, one end lodged against one of the stones around the fireplace, Attila draws the razor edge of his knife along the wood, removing a crinkly ribbon-like shaving as fine ( Read more... )

The fish glue was ready, rendered down to a fine thin liquid, then dried and powdered between two stones. Likewise the rabbit skin glue, slightly less smelly but an equally painstaking job to prepare ( Read more... )

There are jobs that you can't do in a civilised room in a civilised Bar and making glue from fish swim bladders is one of them ( Read more... )

There were many ways of spending a Sunday morning and this was probably one of the best of them ( Read more... )

The period of mourning had been long, the grief immense. Blood had been shed, treasure amassed and finally the grave was prepared. Into it was lowered the sarcophagus, costly items where piled upon and around it then the timbers were placed, the stone covering slid across.

The working party legged it at a shout from upstream, splashing and slipping ( Read more... )