“That’s . . .” Lady Salisbury gasps. “That’s an Excalibur!” Simon looks down at the sword, his eyes goggling. “This is Excalibur?” “It’s an Excalibur,” she says. “Made by Merlin himself.” “I don’t understand . . .” Simon says. Neither do I. But if this means Snow is the once and future king, I can’t say I’ll be surprised at this point. “It’s a family sword,” Jamie says, still looking gobsmacked. “Made for the House of Salisbury.” “I’m not a Salisbury by blood.” Lady Ruth’s voice is trembling. “Once it’s planted, I can’t budge it.” “I . . .” Simon looks like he wants to set the sword down, but
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