Was it a sword left by a raider? Or had his clan hidden it with others so that their worst enemies, the Campbells, couldn't find them?
He searched for several days. but found no other weapons. It didn't matter where it had come from. He loved it. Each day he rubbed at the rust with heather stems and sharpened more of its edge.
Nobody had ever suggested he could hold a sword in his left hand Nobody saw how comfortable it was there.Nobody saw how easily he could brandish the great weight above his head.