539 - The Sword is Drawn

Then Azaila lifted his hand, and the mirrors with their reflections were taken away.  "Stand up," he said.  "There is another sword to take your leave of."  He pointed back into the room where their State sword hung.
Chevenga rose smoothly enough but it was slowly, as if he had to be careful of every muscle stretch.  The room had had all its candles put out sometime in the past few minutes, I