I used the ink to scribble some notes about herbs and plants. Helen found some shed antler and passed it along to me in exchange for more arrow points. I sharpened an awl from a point of the antler and bored some holes into the leaves of birch, then bound them together with some nettle cordage.
The experience taught me that the ink was a use amount of effort to make and did not keep long, even in the ceramic container that I had taken so many pains to make. However, I still kept an open mind on improving my previous production, such as gathering oak gall. My fever-born memories were still unclear on the form of the iron that was supposed to match with the tannic acid from the galls to make the so-called iron gall ink.
In any case, I had spent a fair amount of the early summer on making ink. I thought briefly about what I wanted to pursue next. It came to me quickly as I accompanied Helen to her archery practice.
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