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The Talking Sword – Sword of Justice, post 13

Posted by Andrew Girle on May 23, 2011

“Ah now I understand, that was the famous Soldiers Stamp. Probably more effective if you were wearing thick soled army boots, I might suggest.”

“You might just have a point there.” Lucca gingerly put her foot back down.

“Was that supposed to be some kind of silly joke?” asked the sword sharply.

“A joke? What are you talking about?”

“I’m a sword. Of course I have a point. It largely defines what I am. Without a point I would merely be a fire poker.”

Lucca retrieved the piece of cloth from the ground and wrapped the sword again, taking care to leave the hilt bare. Then without speaking she limped back to her bed in the unmarried women’s long house, where she slept a troubled sleep filled with dreams of revenge and blood.

“Sword?” Dawn’s voice was quiet.


“For some reason, I think I’ve heard the name Lucca before.”

“Oh? It is hardly common; in fact it was not common even in Roman times.”

“It is strange. It is like I know the name from a dream or something, or I heard it a long time ago.”


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