Chapter 18
As I stared mesmerised by the sight of the spinning weapon, I wondered whether there were any forgotten stories or traditions of my mother’s people that could have helped to prepare me for what was happening now. Suddenly my lost heritage weighed heavily, and yet I knew that nothing could ever have really prepared me for what I was seeing. The sword had a huge presence, filling both the chamber and my heart with its glow. So real, so exquisitely beautiful and pure. Profoundly alive. My lamed spirit bathed in its dazzling majesty, entranced far beyond simple tears while the world lost its lustre to the sword’s deep mystery.
When my legs began to cramp I wondered how long we had been watching it for and I tore my eyes away to glance at Bane’s face. He remained utterly still, his
