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What came into view was a small courtyard. Six or seven young men, about his age, dressed in hemp clothes and fifteen or sixteen years old, were busy at work.,That old geezer, Sun Fatty, was considered a half-decent master craftsman. He oversaw ten or so apprentices and managed the food and lodging for the over a hundred people working at the weapons forge. His temper was notoriously bad, and beating and scolding his apprentices was commonplace.,Until the day he crossed over, he couldn't explain why he suddenly remembered the ceremony described in the book.。