The old knight held up the sword. With both hands wrapped around the sword’s blade, he was amazed as the metal seemed to take on a luminescent greenish glow, yet remained cool to the touch. “What supernatural sorcery did manufacture this mystical rapier? What power in heaven, in hell, or on Earth could construct a magnificent weapon such as this?”
“Sire,” the knight’s knave said, “I believe you may be holding Excalibur.”
“If that is the case, knave,” the old knight exclaimed, “this would be quite the revelation. Excalibur was given to Arthur by the Lady of the Lake shortly after he began his reign. But Excalibur was ultimately thrown into the enchanted lake. What strange circumstances should bring me to this stone wall to find this charmed sword? And, more important, what steps should I now take that I have it in my possession?”
The knave thought for a moment and then snapped this fingers. “I know, sire,” he said. “You should write a post about it for your blog.”
“My blog? To what end, knave?” the knight asked.
“Sire,” the knave said. “Everyone knows that the pen is mightier than the sword.”
“Knave,” the knight said, “are you seriously going all equivoque on me?”
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Photo credit: Sue Vincent. Also includes daily prompts from Ragtag Daily Prompt (manufacture), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (construct), Word of the Day Challenge (revelation, and Your Daily Word Challenge (equivoque).