Sixth Son: Villager in Another World 18

Helen helped me find a sturdy oak branch to mount the hatchet on. We were delighted when we found that it would actually chop wood. The hatchet was stored at her place, since Quartus or Quintus would probably "borrow" it. 

Helen also figured out how to make arrowheads, but was far more interested in practicing shooting than flint knapping. I ended up making eight of the next dozen. We built a firepit near the big stone to straighten out service berry bush branches. She took care of the fletching and assembly herself, since that would affect the arrows' flight. With a baker's dozen of arrows in an worn quiver, she quickly took off into the forest after lessons. I did not see as much of her for a spell.

Meanwhile, I reverted back to my original course of making ink. I managed to get some feathers for quills from Helen. The birch bark had been bleached in the summer sun. The last component needed was ink, and to make the ink, I would would need a pot. I headed back to the creek.

There had been few pieces of hard flint that I could find and reach in the creek bead. Instead, there had been soft stone that fell apart under my grasp. Underneath those eroded masses was clean clay, free of organic particles. Now, I needed fuel that would be hot enough to cast & glaze some earthenware pots for the ink.