“What about these?” He flashes me that dagger of his I’ve seen before. “Ye have these on Earth?” I gasp again at the sight of it, and he offers it to me. I take it in my hands, roll it around in them. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” “Golden blade, ruby inlays.” “It really is so gorgeous.” I can’t take my eyes off it. “It’s yers,” he says, and I look up at him, surprised. “What?” “It’s fer you.” He shrugs and gives me a quick smile. “Happy birthday.”
