CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-THREE
Dazed, Colin slid along the wall until his rear hit the floor.
No one said anything for a moment. Paddie ran over to his father. The child crouched down.
“Daddy, you can’t touch the sword!” Paddie said.
Paddie gave his father a broad smile and helped his father to his feet.
“I’ll go,” Jill said gesturing to the toddlers crying in the other room.
“Let’s start over,” Jacob said. “You know that there are objects in this world that hold power.”
Jacob nodded to where Colin was standing. Colin lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
“This is the Sword of Truth, Daddy!” Paddie said. He gave his father a big smile. “I am her keeper and all of my children and their children and forever will be too.”
Julie put her hand over her heart, and Colin simply gave his son an assessing look.
“This is what we know,” Jill said. “The Sword of Truth is old — really old. No one is sure who created the sword or who forged it. It’s endued with the capacity to clear all magic, lies, and, for lack of a better way to say it, anything untruthful.
“It seems to have been created by the blacksmiths who became the weapons masters for the Templars. We’ve learned that from Nelson and his father, Pierre. They are Templars.”
“Like from Jerusalem?” Colin said. “1500s? French? Crusades?”
“Why am I unable to touch it?” Colin asked.
“The sword chose Paddie,” Katy said at the same time Paddie said, “The man with the white eyes gave it to me.”
“It’s an unbreakable bond,” Jacob said. “There are only a handful of beings who can touch it and we are not them.”
“This is ridiculous!” Colin said. His eyes flicked to Julie but she seemed to stunned to respond. “Paddie is a child. He is carrying around a lethal weapon.”
“I’ve never, not even one time, cut myself, Daddy,” Paddie said.
“Or hurt anyone else,” Katy said.
“Not ever,” Paddie said.
“He’s been carrying it for years, Colin,” Julie said. “This is ‘shiny sword’?”
Colin looked at his wife and then took in the wooden sword at Paddie’s side.
“This one is just a trick,” Paddie said. “To hide it.”
“Magic,” Colin said in a soft voice.
“I have to carry it all the time,” Paddie said. “It’s very valuable and important.”
As if Colin was a little dim, Paddie and Katy gave Colin a slow nod. He scowled at them. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Shaking his head, he opened his mouth again. No words came out.
“Why does my son have a lethal weapons and your daughter does not?” Colin asked a little too aggressively.
“First, you should know that we did not give Paddie the sword,” Jacob said. “We had nothing to do with it. He came home from the Isle of Man with it.”
“They didn’t know for a long time,” Katy said.
Having settled the toddlers, Jill rejoined them at the table.
“We didn’t tell anybody because the man with the white eyes told us it was a secret,” Paddie said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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