Silverfox frowned. ‘What are we waiting for, then?’ He was motionless a moment longer, then he reached up and slowly drew his flint sword. ‘For me,’ he rasped, raising the sword— —then releasing it, to fall to the ground at his feet. She frowned down at the weapon, wondering at the significance of the gesture – from the warrior who was called the First Sword. Slowly, as comprehension filled her, her eyes widened. What, after all, I was fashioned to do
