Sir Bedivere rose and drew the magnificent sword from the scabbard
at his side. The blade was well-polished, shining in the sun, causing those
near him to shield their eyes. The only thing that surpassed it in beauty was the
glittering gems ebbed in the pommel. There was beautiful script on either side
of the blade, though no one else present was close enough to make out the
words. By contrast, the scabbard was plain, made of black leather with silver
banding. The inferior quality of the craftsmanship and lack of ornamentation
revealed it was much younger than the sword.
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