On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea .
The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
I picked up and balanced them all... and found there the blade that suited me the way Excalibur suited Arthur.
On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea. To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run.
I picked up and balanced them all... and found there the blade that suited me the way Excalibur suited Arthur . I've never seen one quite like it so I don't know what to call it. …:;It balanced in the forte less than two inches from the guard, yet the blade was heavy enough to chop bone. It was the sort of sword that feels as if it were an extension of your body.
Nobody shall wield Excalibur but ME!!!