"...Anyway, if you're so damned eager not end up someone's accident--" Huff. "You should get yerself a real blade."
Sharpe tossed aside the wooden sword; clearly it had been found wanting. Instead, he at along last dragged the heavy cavalry sabre from its scabbard's throat. The scrape of steel was harsh and unmistakeable. So, too, was his intention. He did not brandish the weapon, but allowed its point to fall against the floor. The sword itself was terribly plain, and it showed its scars from where Harper had reshaped the guard himself. Its original guard had been made for a man who would wear the sword while in saddle -- but it had been doomed to stick an infantryman in the ribs if he wore it while walking. So the sword was repurposed, and here it stood -- its back-blade ground down to a wicked edge that mirrored the front. It wasn't the point the sword was meant to have, but it was the point that Sharpe lied: a blade with two edges and a point that was symmetrical. The better to drive home and slice up and out of a Frechman's belly.
"If you're lookin' to learn anything, you ought to learn with the real thing. Not some child's toy."
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Sharpe tossed aside the wooden sword; clearly it had been found wanting. Instead, he at along last dragged the heavy cavalry sabre from its scabbard's throat. The scrape of steel was harsh and unmistakeable. So, too, was his intention. He did not brandish the weapon, but allowed its point to fall against the floor. The sword itself was terribly plain, and it showed its scars from where Harper had reshaped the guard himself. Its original guard had been made for a man who would wear the sword while in saddle -- but it had been doomed to stick an infantryman in the ribs if he wore it while walking. So the sword was repurposed, and here it stood -- its back-blade ground down to a wicked edge that mirrored the front. It wasn't the point the sword was meant to have, but it was the point that Sharpe lied: a blade with two edges and a point that was symmetrical. The better to drive home and slice up and out of a Frechman's belly.
"If you're lookin' to learn anything, you ought to learn with the real thing. Not some child's toy."