sword , **

The sword came up in the east, and we were ready.

He had never felt so much a part of his sword before.

Perhaps he would even have time to fall on his own sword.

The other thing was the new sword he'd been given.

And what was she to do for a sword until then?

And now he saw what had happened to his sword.

To help him become one with himself and the sword?

The man with the Sword in his hands looked up.

He put the sword away and turned to face her.

Who actually used the Sword on him the first time?

I can take the sword now, and the boy as well.

For I cannot hold the sword, and who now will be my help?

Perhaps a sword is no answer, I do not know.

No other sword would come so ready to my hand.

He did not even look at the sword for a moment.

One day he would have the use of his sword again.

She would have died with a sword in her hand.

What was he doing running around with a sword in his hand?

He held his sword in front of him, point down.

Because she too had felt the need to return the sword.

All those not already dead were put to the sword.

She looked at the sword he'd put down by his side.

What he needed at the moment was a good sword.

But of course she had known the sword was for him.

He wanted to go to her, but the sword would not let him.