Mi Lai? Heaven forfend! The Truth is sooooo much more fun. All these things are the Bhob's Truth. I had one customer call me in the night and tell me in a rather shaky voice that his sword was talking to him. I reassured him that this was normal for a magic sword. He sounded quite relieved to hear this. Words of comfort cost you nothing to hand out. Another customer swears he can read in his tent by the light his sword gives off, and since that one was a Knighting gift, I don't doubt it.There is truth in all those tales of ancient smiths and Weapons of Worth. It's not that hard, 'just sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar... with feeling.' We put some of ourselves into the steel with every stroke of the hammer; blood and sweat and Will. Why should it be so strange that the steel responds to this treatment? My swords have a service life measured in centuries with care, a bit of immortality that. Perhaps, after I'm gone to worm food, my spirit will look down from the Weapons Room in Valhol and see the Deeds that my work accomplishes for Good or Ill. Maybe one day in the far future, one of my blades will end up under glass in a museum, like the weapons of olde. That would make it worth all the effort. Make with the heart as well as the head, you might be surprized with the result.
Charly