26. Metal
Taking the dull iron sword tentatively out of the hands of the adan to whom it now belonged, the smith felt a chill run down his spine. He cringed at the touch of its cold blade when he thought of the last blood it had spilled.
By now everyone knew the story: the tragic killing of Beleg Cúthalion at the hands of him that he was trying to save. And now the smith had the same accursed sword in his keeping.
He reforged it black, for the grief of its bearer.