Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the Children of the Myth Machine series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
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Endellion had stared down at the sword with her mouth open. After a moment of silence between them she had looked up into his eyes and said, “No. Let’s get some cloth and wrap it around the hilt. Then you can test it while I’m here.”
He had nodded solemnly.
He bought a long strand of leather used for reins and glue from a leather smith instead.
Before he wrapped it, he said, “You take the sword and see if it makes you feel differently.”
She did and wielded it easily.
“Do you feel differently?” he asked.
“No, but it’s incredibly lite.” She stood it up on its tip. “Wrap it now,” she said keeping it steady.
Careful not to touch the actual grip he glued the entire area with a feather brush before gingerly wrapping the leather around.
“I’ll put it back in the sheath so we can walk while it dries,” she told him, and holding it by the Ricasso slid it in for him.
After listening to more gossip and inspecting the different stalls available in the market near the palace, he said, “I better see Sir Olaf.”
“Let’s try the new leather grip first,” she had said with an expression that suggested the only acceptable answer was yes.
He hesitated for a moment then drew the sword from its sheath.
“Did Lara say something to make it work?” Endellion had asked.
“Yes, but I don’t want to repeat it again until I actually intend to use the sword.”
“See those young girls skipping while their parents talk to the meat vendor?”
“Yes,” he had replied feeling awkward.
“Do they attract you?”
“Of course not!” he had replied angrily.
“That’s good brother. I agree with you, don’t say whatever it is until you absolutely need to.”
Under his breath he said, “Then I’ll get rid of the accursed thing.” Staring at the palace in the distance he had said, “I better get there.”
“Yes, and I have something to finish,” she had said with an angry glint in her eyes. “Safe riding, brother.”
“Good luck with your goal,” he had said in reply as he headed towards the stables.
Inside the palace a guard brings him to Sir Olaf.
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