“And the dagger?" "Is that really -?"
"Katoptris," Piper said proudly. "Belonged to Helen of Troy."
I yelped. "You have Helen of Troy's dagger? Where did you find it?"
Piper shrugged. "In a shed at camp."
I felt like pulling out my hair. I remembered the day Helen received that dagger as a wedding present. Such a gorgeous blade, held by the most beautiful woman ever to walk the earth. (No offence to the billions of other women out there who are also quite enchanting; I love you all.) And Piper had found this historically significant, well-crafted, powerful weapon in a shed?
Alas, time makes bric-a-brac of everything, no matter how important.”