Ravenna said, “Then I’m truly honored to meet you, Natalie, and you as well, Prince Vanni.”
“Then the honor is mine and this should be in your hands,” Vanni uttered and extended Exeter, his brilliant sword, toward the elf.
“Your gesture honors me, but I never carried the Blade of Truth, Prince Vanni. The blade is an heirloom of the Aivendar clan. My being Captain of the Rangers was honor enough. I was always better with the bow and quiver. As Captain, I chose to leave the blade in the hands of the Aivendars. I don’t think the spirit of the blade would enjoy being held by a female,” Ravenna answered.
Exeter, the Blade of Truth, telepathically warned her wielder of the presence of enemies. The Captain of the Rangers, traditionally the oldest son of the monarch, had carried the blade since the days of Eigren Aivendar, the first king of Donothor. The soothing feminine voice of the blade had saved its wielder many times.
Vanni grasped the hilt and started to place the artifact into her hilt when he heard the alluring voice in his mind, “The older elf female is not as I remember her. But I never fully understood her when your ancestor Tyllmon carried me in the Iron Mountains War. When I study her essence, I sense only grayness. Be wary!”
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