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The Talking Sword – Chapter 2 post 7

Posted by Andrew Girle on February 14, 2011

“You take it.”

“I cannot. You know it must be given freely.” Robard looked intently at Dawn’s grandfather.

“Then I will keep it. Let us see what choice she makes if the sword itself teaches her.”

“You ask much.”

“I think I earned it.”

Robard turned as if he was going to walk out of the room, and was gone. Dawn blinked and looked around.

“Not-magic again, Granpa?” She said.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

Without saying anything, Dawn turned the kettle on, grabbed two cups and dumped tea bags, sugar and milk into them without ceremony. When the kettle came to the boil, she poured the water into the cups, grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer and took them to the table, sliding one in front of her grandfather.

“What did Neverbob mean, you had to teach me stuff?” Dawn asked quietly as the spoon clinked against the side of the cup.

“He wants me to teach you about the Fellowship. About the history of the sword and how to use it.”

“Then what?”

“When the time comes, you must make a choice. Whether you want to lead the Fellowship of the Sword, or not.”

“What happens if I decide I don’t want to?”


“Nothing? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It is the worst part.”

“Nothing happens and that is the worst part? Why?” Dawn asked.

“Because then you never know what it would be like.” Her grandfather stared off at some place that was beyond the walls of the house.

“Know what what would be like, Granpa?”

He just shook his head.

“Time enough for that. I need time to think, and you need to concentrate on your school work.”



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