The girl’s voice softened my heart. I reached down and took the hairpin, and as I did, it grew longer and heavier in my hand, until I held a familiar bronze sword. “Well balanced,” I said. “Though I usually prefer to use my bare hands. What shall I name this blade?” “Anaklusmos,” the girl said sadly. “The current that takes one by surprise. And before you know it, you have been swept out to sea.”
