Description: As the lid of the box was eased aside, Jay caught a whiff of something bitter amd sharp and not very pleasant. Inside the box, under a layer of crumpled newspapers, was a stack of modern British bestsellers. Below them rested a stack of much older folios in crumbly leather bindings. And below them...
"Oh-ho!" Jay cried. It was a long, cross-hilted sword with a brass quillon and a leather-and-wire-wrapped grip. Jay started to slide the blade from the scabbard- then inhaled and paused, staring.
The sword was vibrating in his hand, very slightly, but perceptibly. And the strange bitter smell was back...