Re: The Sword and the Oath: Kurt
My brother stands before me, stripped to the waist, the family blade in his hand. I have challenged him to a duel to determine which of us is the better man to carry it. Bruno is the elder, and I have two sisters. He will be posted offworld soon, this is my last chance to win it. I plan to close with him, where I can bring my strength to bear. He will doubtless try to cut me as I close, winning the duel.
I raise my sword, bought new for the enterprise. A fresh blade for a fresh battle. He raises it, the engravings appearing to shine and dazzle in the sunlight. I sweep my sword sideways towards him, my arms are the longer, and again. On the third time, he parries and steps a half step towards me, bringing the sword back towards my chest, forcing me backwards and bringing my sword round. I pin it upwards towards his chest, he steps back, I slash down towards his arm, and he leaps sideways. It is done, his right arm bleeds near the elbow, I have cut deep into the muscle, it will need to be bound.
"A clean hit" he says. As he does so, his arm shakes and he drops it. His face is a mask. I bend over, exposing the back of my head to him, and pick it up. Look at that, there's a notch in it where he blocked me. Several more notches adorn its ancient steel surface. I shall have to have that repaired. Later I am told that his wound was bound successfully, and that he will live.
I lose it on Babylon station - it cleaves right through some tech's neck, and sticks in a metal support column. I try to get it out with all my strength, but it does no good. I am needed elsewhere, and there is no time to go back and look for it during the operation. That sword has my name on it, and the names of everyone else who has ever owned it, engraved on the blade.