Virunum, Norica, April 129 CE
Vulcanus had been so named by his owner Gaius Appius Soter, a greek smith living in the town of Virunum in Norica, a province to which the town was the capital.
Vulcanus had been captured during the Dacian war and been sold by the army to a slaver who’d brought his shipment of strong men down south, selling them to the highest bidders in the towns alongside the Danube and its affluents. The man had specialized in youth showing promising strength and Vulcanus had been one of his less interesting ware, explaining how he’d only been sold in Virunum at a point where the merchant almost despaired of selling him.
One of the reason of the late sale was also that Vulcanus was dumb to a point where some compared him openly with a cow. You could give him an order and he’d keep doing what he’d been told until told to stop, finishing the task or collapsing from fatigue, something that did not happen very often because he’d also grown far stronger than what his teenage body had suggested would be the case. He was thus a kind of stupid giant and Appius Soter was most happy to have bought such a good slave at such a low price.
His current task was to activate the fan that fed air into the melting oven of the smithy, a large brick affair covered in clay to help it reach higher temperature. Noric steel was reputed the best available in the empire and Appius Soter was one of the best smiths of Virunum, one of the best of the empire even if he dared say so.
Right now he’d gone out to have a cup of wine with a client and he’d left Vulcanus unattended, still elevating the level of air in the oven… The man did not stop when hot metal started to flow through a crack in the oven on the other side of the room, did not see the liquid steel fill a small empty ceramic amphora that someone had left against the wall of the oven, did not stop when the amphora was filled and metal started to spill alongside its flanks, did not notice how hot the oven had become…
It is only when his master came back and shouted at him, alarmed by the red tint of the oven, that the dimwit stopped. Appius Soter had started using a coal a few months ago on recommendation from a military veteran coming back home after serving with a legion in Britain and it seemed this combined with the continuous venting by the barbarian had overheated the oven…
Looking through the mouth of the oven he saw all the metal seemed to have disappeared, but he ten noticed the silvery amphora on the side and the metallic thread coming from a fault line alongside the oven. It had indeed overheated and broken the wall ! But the shine of the metal on the side was different from everything he’d ever seen…
Taking a pair of plyers and ordering Vulcanus to do the same, he took the amphora and brought it to the water basin in which he dropped it. The ceramic broke under the impact with the bottom of the basin and showed the iron core that had formed inside.
Pensive, the smith looked at how the metal had been molded. Maybe he could cast iron objects in the future ? Tests would be needed of course, from the look of things he would need to find a way for his oven to survive the higher temperature…
Making a sign to his slave, he took the plyers again and together they took the object from the basin before bringing it outside where he dropped it unceremoniously on the stones of the courtyard. To his surprise the object broke. This despite the fact it was metal ! It shattered like a kind of stone ! He’d need to look into this in more details…