Four months later, another process finally reached its end.

Inside Hollen’s forge, the fifty-horsepower steam engine stood completed.

The machine dominated the workshop like a sleeping beast.

Its boiler stretched across the rear section of the forge, huge and dark, riveted from thick iron plates. The firebox beneath it looked large enough for a man to crawl inside. Heavy pipes ran from the boiler to the cylinder assembly, each joint tightened and sealed with care.

The cylinder itself sat on a reinforced iron frame.

It was the most precise object Hollen’s forge had ever produced.

Beside it stood the flywheel.

That massive wheel alone had taken weeks to cast, shape, balance, and mount. It stood taller than two grown men stacked together, its rim thick and heavy enough to store tremendous momentum once moving.

Several workers stood around the machine in silence.

After months of work, the engine had become more than a project. It had become a part of their lives.

They had bled for it.

Burned their hands on hot metal for it.

Argued over measurements for it.

Stayed late into the night correcting mistakes for it.

And now it was here.

The first fifty-horsepower steam engine in the Kingdom of Belfast.

Hollen stood beside Ernest with his arms crossed.

For once, the forge owner did not look amused. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He looked tense.

Very tense.

"Tell me again," Hollen said, eyes fixed on the boiler. "This thing won’t explode."

Ernest sighed.

"Yes, Hollen. It won’t explode."

"You said that about the prototype."

"And the prototype didn’t explode."

"That one was small."

"This one was tested the same way."

Hollen slowly turned toward him.

"You call filling it with water and forcing pressure into it a test?"

"Yes."

"That sounds like bullying the machine."

Several workers laughed quietly.

Ernest smiled.

"The boiler held pressure. The rivets held. The seams held. The safety valve opened properly. The pressure gauge worked. We checked it three times."

Hollen stared at the machine again.

"Still looks like a bomb."

"Everything looks like a bomb if you’re scared enough."

"I’m not scared."

"You’re standing fifteen feet away from it."

"I’m supervising from a safe distance."

More laughter spread through the forge.

The tension loosened slightly.

That was good.

Everyone needed it.

Because today was the day they would demonstrate the engine.

Not a small prototype.

Not a tabletop proof.

Not a five-horsepower experiment.

This engine was designed to run real factory equipment.

If it worked, Helmarte Soap Works would no longer be limited by the river.

If it worked, every future factory could be built with steam power in mind.

If it worked, Hollen’s forge would no longer be merely a forge.

It would become the birthplace of a new industry.

Ernest stepped forward.

"Alright, everyone listen carefully."

The workers immediately quieted.

"We are not rushing this. We start slow. We build steam gradually. We inspect every joint, every valve, every pipe, and every moving part. If I say stop, everything stops. If anyone sees a leak, hears a crack, or notices unusual movement, shout immediately. Don’t try to be brave. Machines don’t care about bravery."

Several workers nodded seriously.

That line worked.

Because everyone understood it.

Ernest looked toward the boiler team.

"Water level?"

A worker checked the glass indicator and the marked rod beside it.

"Within range, sir."

"Firebox?"

"Coal loaded."

"Safety valve?"

"Clean and free."

"Main steam valve?"

"Closed."

"Flywheel area?"

"Clear."

"Good."

Ernest took a slow breath.

Then nodded.

"Light the fire."

The fireman stepped forward with a burning torch and pushed it into the firebox.

For a moment nothing happened.

Then the coal caught.

Small flames spread beneath the boiler.

Orange light flickered across the workshop floor.

Workers slowly stepped back as heat began radiating outward.

The fireman added more coal.

The flames grew stronger.

Soon the firebox roared.

The boiler began heating.

And then came the waiting.

The worst part.

The prototype had taken time to build pressure.

This engine took longer.

Much longer.

It had far more water.

Far more iron.

Far more mass.

The entire machine needed time to wake.

Minutes passed.

Then half an hour.

Then nearly an hour.

Workers shifted on their feet, but nobody left.

Even those not directly involved in the project had gathered near the open forge doors, trying to see inside.

Outside, a crowd had formed.

Forge workers.

Soap factory workers.

Clerks.

Carters.

Even a few Merchant Guild representatives had arrived after hearing about the test.

Laurent himself had not come, but he had sent two observers.

That alone told Ernest something.

The Guild was paying attention.

Of course they were.

A working fifty-horsepower steam engine was not merely a factory improvement.

It was a political and commercial event.

Steam began whispering through the system.

A faint hiss.

Then a stronger one.

Psssssssss.

Several workers stiffened.

Hollen took one more step backward.

Ernest saw it but chose not to comment.

The pressure gauge slowly climbed.

The boiler team watched it closely.

One worker wiped sweat from his forehead even though he stood far from the fire.

Ernest approached the gauge and studied the mark.

"Still below working pressure."

"How much longer?" Hollen asked.

"A little more."

"I hate that answer."

"You hate all my answers."

"Because they usually cost money."

Ernest laughed softly.

Then the safety valve trembled.

Pssst.

A small burst of steam escaped.

Then another.

The valve was alive.

The pressure continued climbing until it reached the lower operating range Ernest had chosen for the first test.

He was not going to push the engine to full output immediately.

That would be foolish.

First motion.

Then steady motion.

Then load testing.

Then full power.

"Open the drain cocks," Ernest ordered.

Two workers opened small valves near the cylinder.

Condensed water spat out with steam.

White vapor rushed downward and struck the floor.

The workers jumped slightly, but held position.

"Good. Let the cylinder warm."

This was important.

If steam entered a cold cylinder too quickly, condensation would waste power and create rough motion.

The engine needed to warm up.

After several minutes, Ernest raised his hand.

The entire forge went silent.

Even outside, the crowd quieted.

Only the fire roared.

Only steam hissed.

Only the large machine seemed alive before moving.

Ernest placed one hand on the main valve lever.

He looked toward Hollen.

"Ready?"

Hollen swallowed.

"No."

"Good enough."

Several workers chuckled nervously.

Then Ernest slowly opened the valve.

Steam surged through the pipe.

PSSSSSSHHHHHH!

The cylinder shook.

The piston moved.

Slowly at first.

Then with force.

The connecting rod pulled.

The crank turned.

The massive flywheel shifted.

For a moment, it looked like it might stop.

Several workers held their breath.

Then the next stroke came.

The piston pushed again.

The crank rotated further.

The flywheel completed half a turn.

Then one full revolution.

A deep metallic sound rolled through the forge.

Clank.

Chuff.

Clank.

Chuff.

The flywheel rotated again.

And again, and again.

Still slow compared to what it would eventually become, but steady.

The floor vibrated beneath their feet.

Tools hanging on the walls trembled slightly.

Dust fell from a beam overhead.

The fifty-horsepower steam engine was moving.

No horses, no river, and no waterwheel.

No men pushing.

Only coal, water, iron, and pressure.

For several seconds nobody reacted.

They simply stared.

Then someone shouted.

"It’s moving!"

That broke the silence.

Workers erupted into cheers.

A few laughed.

One man threw his cap into the air.

Another simply stood there with both hands on his head, staring as if he couldn’t understand what his own eyes were seeing.

Hollen did not speak.

He stared at the flywheel.

The massive iron wheel turned with slow, heavy confidence.

The forge owner finally stepped closer.

"Gods above."

His voice was quiet.

Almost drowned out by the engine.

Ernest stood beside the machine watching every moving part.

He was not cheering yet as he was listening to the rhythm, timing, vibration, and steam exhaust.

The engine was running, but running was not enough.

It needed to run correctly.

"Oil the bearing," Ernest called.

A worker rushed forward with an oil can and applied lubricant to the bearing housing.

"Check the connecting rod pins."

"Secure."

"Valve timing?"

"Stable."

"Pressure?"

"Within range."

Good.

Very good.

The flywheel continued turning.

The engine settled into a steady rhythm.

Chuff.

Chuff.

Chuff.

Chuff.

The sound filled the forge.

After several minutes, Ernest gave the next order.

"Prepare the load."

Workers moved toward a belt-driven test shaft connected to several heavy grinding drums.

The setup was crude, but effective.

If the engine could rotate the shaft under load, it proved useful power.

The belt was placed onto the pulley.

Everyone stepped back.

"Engage slowly."

The lever moved.

The belt tightened.

For a moment, the engine slowed.

The flywheel resisted.

Then momentum carried it through.

The grinding drums began turning.

Slowly, and then steadily.

The engine continued.

Workers stared again.

This was different from merely spinning itself.

Now it was doing work.

Real work.

The test drums rotated under load.

The engine did not stall.

Hollen finally looked at Ernest.

"How much power is that?"

"Not full power yet."

"Not full?"

"No."

Hollen stared at the machine.

Then at the turning drums.

Then back to Ernest.

"This is not full power?"

Ernest smiled.

"No. This is a cautious test."

The forge owner rubbed his face.

"I don’t even know what to say anymore."

"That’s rare."

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

The Merchant Guild observers stood near the forge entrance, whispering among themselves.

Their faces had changed completely.

When they arrived, they had looked curious.

Now they looked alarmed.

Not frightened.

Alarmed in the way merchants became alarmed when they realized something valuable had appeared before their eyes.

One of them quietly asked, "Can it power a factory?"

Ernest heard him.

He turned slightly.

"Yes."

The observer looked toward the running engine.

"How many machines?"

"That depends on the machines."

"Could it replace a waterwheel?"

Ernest looked at the flywheel.

Then at the boiler.

Then at the turning test shaft.

"Yes."

The observer went silent.

That answer was enough.

After nearly thirty minutes of operation, Ernest raised his hand.

"Close the valve slowly."

A worker obeyed.

Steam flow decreased.

The engine slowed.

Chuff.

Chuff.

Chuff.

The flywheel turned a few more times.

Then gradually stopped.

The forge became quiet.

Not completely.

The boiler still hissed.

The fire still burned.

Workers still breathed hard from excitement.

But the great motion had ended.

For several moments, nobody moved.

Then the applause began.

The kind of applause men gave when they had built something with their own hands and seen it succeed.

Hollen walked over to Ernest.

His face was still flushed from excitement.

"You did it."

Ernest shook his head.

"We did it."

Hollen looked toward the workers.

This time, he did not argue.

The men deserved that.

Every one of them.

The forge owner turned back to the engine.

"So that is fifty horsepower?"

"Eventually. We still need calibration, stronger testing, and long-duration operation. But yes, the design works."

Hollen let out a breath.

"Then we build more."

Ernest smiled.

"Yes."

"We sell them?"

"We will, but we’ll use them in our factories first for advertising."

Hollen nodded slowly.

His businessman side had fully awakened now.

"If this machine can power factories, mines, mills, and workshops, then we are not just selling soap anymore."

"No."

Ernest looked at the steam engine.

The iron beast sat silent now, but its presence filled the room.

"We’re selling power."