Chapter Twenty-Nine
Pushing the Envelope
Lodariel shook herself as the large eagle disappeared into the distance. She watched as Arinwyn turned to face them, holding the knife out to Iarion. The dark metal gleamed dully in the last rays of the setting sun. Iarion accepted the blade with a grim expression. He winced as it touched his skin.
“It tingles.” He made a place for it on his belt and relaxed somewhat when it was out of his hand.
“It bears the stamp of Saviadro’s magic,” Arinwyn said as Nasir cleaned and bound her wounded palm. “He siphoned some of the Quenya’s power when the blade was forged, and later used his tainted portion of the Quenya to further bind it to him.”
“Well now we’ve got the cursed thing,” Barlo grumbled. “Do we summon Melcar and stick him with it?”
“I’ve been
