"I thought you might like to see this one."

Percival hadn't quite expected Sierokarte to have anything for him other than the book he'd ordered, but she did know his preferences.

Still, he was not expecting her to vanish for a moment and return with an ornate sword.

She didn't need to explain. Once Percival took it and drew it from its sheath, he could both see and feel the sort of sword it was.

Aside from the gleam of the blade, which was not reflection or shine, it was filled with light.

Apparently Sierokarte had heard.

"I'll take it."