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stoutfellowOh, come now; this is just plain carelessness.
I'm reading L. Sprague de Camp's The Tritonian Ring, one of those sword-and-sorcery-in-lands-now-lost fantasies. I just came to a passage in which the hero, Prince Vakar, is attempting to ride a difficult horse. As he struggles with the reins, the passage reads: "It seemed to have a mouth of iron."
Only one problem: neither Vakar nor anyone else knows what iron is. That's the whole fracking point of the story, that nobody knows about iron. (It's the common "iron is the death of magic" theme, spiced with some rather frightened gods.)
Pfui.
I'm reading L. Sprague de Camp's The Tritonian Ring, one of those sword-and-sorcery-in-lands-now-lost fantasies. I just came to a passage in which the hero, Prince Vakar, is attempting to ride a difficult horse. As he struggles with the reins, the passage reads: "It seemed to have a mouth of iron."
Only one problem: neither Vakar nor anyone else knows what iron is. That's the whole fracking point of the story, that nobody knows about iron. (It's the common "iron is the death of magic" theme, spiced with some rather frightened gods.)
Pfui.
