Except for the most important parts. “You see, ta most important tings to make a weapon of power like Excalibur are ta weapon of a true King of ta Emerald Isle and ta soul of one who needs to make recompense for ta sins in their life.” I leaned a hip against the middle anvil, the sharp edge digging into me a bit. “But you said that the last true King was Arthur.” They nodded. “So how are we going to get a weapon of his?” Angus shrugged. “He had a number of tings. His sword, of course, as well as a dagger . . .” He kept talking, but my ears started to ring and all I could hear was the word dagger. My fingers found the handle of my dagger at my waist. The bone was smooth and warm, the etching in it and the blade were Celtic. It had power. Cora had told me that when I first met her. She had said that it was bonded to me and my family. Could it be that my grandfather had known what I would need?
