Fifty more.

Half an hour.

I have been doing this long enough to know better than to expect anything, and I did not expect that. Thank you, sincerely, to everyone who moved quickly. And to everyone who opened the email at lunch and found a sold-out page — I’m sorry. That’s a poor way to find out.

So I called my smith.

He can make fifty more. Not five hundred, not a standing order — fifty, because he makes them one at a time by hand and that is the honest limit of what one person can do while I have other projects already on his bench.

They’ll be ready in September. You can reserve one now, gold or silver, at the same price as this morning.