January 30. 1860. Monday

The blacksmith seems to me a bit tence. We ate and had talked about where we came from and the more we talked, the more tence he turned. He didn’t want to talk mutch about William, unfortunately. When I asked him if he had been to the castle before, he just shook his head, like I was going to hurt him and kept repeating “no,no, not at all!” his tone got different when I asked him about what he could do with the damages to some of the castles more decorative sides. There is still a few swords on some of the walls and shealds with mias family crest on it that will need care. Also some more practical and less flashy assighnments, but to this, he replied “sorry, you will have to talk to someone else for that, sir.”
We parted, a little less tence than when we first met. He got with him a bag full of swords from the different rooms we had allreddy been to (I am shure we will see more of them.) and lent him a carrage to bring the different shealds with him as well. As soon as he left, mia commented that he had been stairing at something on the fireplace the whole time we had been inside the main livingroom. When I went to see if everything was as it should, I noticed a bust of William that was put on the shelf had been turned to face inwords not outwards. I do not know the reasom why  this man would do sutch a bizar thing, for seemingly  no reason at all. I will ask him when he comes back with the swords and shealds.