Endless Flames: IX

In Camelot, once understanding of the blade was crucial. It was this understanding that separated the peasants from the knights of the round table. It was the power of the sword that gave Camelot its title and fame, and it was that power that set its king apart from the rest. But that was also their bane. The swords of Camelot were prouder than the knights that wielded them, and even among the knights, the swords would not easily allow themselves to be used. Durandal was the same. It was blade that belonged to Old Fan’s son and had failed to acknowledge the old man himself. Whenever Old Fan used Durandal, he gave up part of his life as tribute. But, even Durandal had a monarch, for just as there was a monarch in Camelot, there was a monarch of swords, and that monarch had an arbitrator. The sword monarch was a blade that was considered royalty and a fable, and its arbitrator was the sword that led one to the royal blade, Caliburn.

Old Fan held Durandal in his left hand, and Caliburn i