“Indeed it does,” Meng Po said slyly. “Is that all you know about it?” Mulan touched her chin, remembering. “My father once told me about demigod who lived long, long ago. He was a hero who wielded a magical sword. One like this.” “Your father was right,” Meng Po agreed. “Except that hero was not a man, but a woman. Me.” Mulan inhaled. “So the sword is yours.”