He stoked the fire in his forge higher, pulled out a dark gray, ceramic-looking beaker, and dropped her ring inside. With tongs held in gloved hands, he gripped the container and held it over the hottest part of the fire.
[small bit of dialogue with another character cut as it has no relation to the melting]
Ten agonizing minutes later, the blacksmith poured the molten gold into a small mold. With another pair of tongs, he fished out her diamond, and then plunged the mold into a bucket of water. Steam flashed high tshhhhh, obscuring him momentarily.
Shortly, he handed Katy a piece of wool with a lump of gold no bigger than a green pea on steroids and her diamond on top.