Agent in the Dark - Page 83/131

Her warrior was making himself a new sword. She had no doubt that it would be one of his finest creations to date. He had been working nonstop on it throughout the day for the last week. It was something to do and keep busy at, while she was busy at work breaking the Code.

Asia stood by and watched with real interest, as he patiently hammered away at the homemade steel footprint of what eventually would be a tempered battle ready sword fit for any knight of ancient times. No, on second thought, she mused John wasn't quite the knight in shining armor type. He was more of a Conan the Barbarian type, at least on the outside, but she wasn't complaining.

I had to admit that I was curious, as to why Asia had knocked off so early, but it was nice having her here so I wasn't asking her why. I dropped the sword into a trough of water to sizzle before turning all my attention to her.

She smiled, "Hello handsome wanna play hooky with me for the rest of the day?"

"I couldn't think of anything better." I said honestly.

She started for me then with that certain look in her eye, but I held a hand up forestalling her, "Wait here and close your eyes." I commanded.

She gave me a curious look, but complied with my wishes.

I stepped back into the smithy and reached up to a high shelf and pulled the necklace I had made down. A bit nervously I approached her hoping she would like it. "Okay you can open your eyes."

Her eyes flew open in anticipation and she gasped at the sight of the necklace I was holding out before her.

"Oh John!" She breathed out, as her fingers reached for it. I let her have it feeling very proud of myself inside, because of her reaction.

"There's not much gold to be had on the island, I used all that I had. Most of the metal is copper. I'm hoping that by adding the gold and some other elements that the copper will keep its rich color and not tarnish. The stones aren't rubies, but red garnets that I found and polished. It's as precious, as I can make it with what I have to work with."

Even though she seemed especially enamored with the intricate working of the necklace I couldn't but feel that it wasn't enough somehow. "I wish I had pure gold and diamonds for you though."

Her hand reached out to my arm, as she held the necklace up in her other hand, "No, this is better! Much better! I love it John!"