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“Uh, huh. So what’s magic about it?”
“Pick it up.”
Standing, I reached across the table. The moment my fingers touched the grip, I jerked and sat back heavily.
“I told you,” Matt said, smiling smugly. “It’s magic. It must have something to do with that weirdo. I saw him today; maybe he was a hundred yards away. Really skinny.”
I went around the table to stand beside Matt. Touching it, the sword was again electric. Quite deliberately, I tightly closed my fist around the grip. Electricity zinged through me, from head to foot and back again. I lifted the sword up and held it out straight, away from Matt. The feeling was entirely pleasant, like awakening after a summer nap. As I swung it back and forth, Matt pushed himself out of the way; his chair toppled and dumped him atop his crampons. He swore.
I ignored him. This amazing object was an extension of my arm, much more so than any other of Matt’s swords. I thrust it forward and swung it back and forth while Matt clambered to his feet. The electric feeling elated me. Holding it near the window, I eyed the fuller closely, careful not to touch the sword’s edge.
“Wow!” Reluctantly, I put it back on the table and stood back. “How did you make it feel like that? I don’t see where the batteries go.”
Rubbing his elbow, he righted his chair. He went back to his polishing as though he found magic swords every day.