Sword Caesura - The Kingkiller Chronicle - ltd Edition
Then, slowly, she laid her hand on another sword with a blade of burnished grey. She lifted it off the wall, gripped it, and seemed to age ten years.
Vashet avoided looking at Shehyn, and handed me the sword. The guard of this one extended out slightly, curving to give a hint of protection to the hand. It was nothing like a full hand guard. Anything that bulky would render half the Ketan useless. But it looked as if it would give my fingers an extra bit of shelter, and that was appealing to me.
The warm grip settled into my palm as smoothly as the neck of my lute.
Before she could ask, I made Maiden Combs Her Hair. It felt like stretching after a long stiff sleep. I eased into Twelve Stones, and for the smallest of moments I felt graceful as Penthe looked when she fought. I made Heron Falling and it was sweet and simple as a kiss.
Vashet held out her hand to take it back from me. I didn’t want to give it up, but I did. I knew this was the worst possible time and place for me to make a scene.
Holding the sword, Vashet turned to Shehyn. “This is the one for him,” she said. And for the first time since I’d known my teacher, it was as if all the laughing had been pressed out of her. Her voice was thin and dry.
Shehyn nodded. “I agree.You have done well to find it.”
Vashet’s relief was palpable, though her face still looked somewhat stricken. “It will perhaps offset his name,” she said. She held the sword out to Shehyn.
Shehyn gestured: Refusal. “No. Your student. Your choice. Your responsibility.”
Vashet took the scabbard from the wall and sheathed the sword. Then she turned and held it out to me. “This is named Saicere.”
“Caesura?” I asked, startled by the name. Wasn’t that what Sim had called the break in the line of Eld Vintic verse? Was I being given a poet’s sword?
“Saicere,” she said softly, as if it were the name of God. She stepped back, and I felt the weight of it settle back into my hands.
Sensing something was expected of me, I drew it from its sheath. The faint ring of leather and metal seemed a whisper of its name: Saicere. It felt light in my hand. The blade was flawless. I slid it back into its sheath and the sound was different. It sounded like the breaking of a line. It said: Caesura.
Shehyn opened the inner door, and we left as we came. Silently and with respect.
IMPORTANT, READ THIS: This is first edition is 5000 pieces and each item will be engraved with the edition number.
Details:
Blade: 35 inches, 1040 high carbon steel, antique patina
Overall Length 45 inches
Blade Width 2 inches
Hilt Antique brass plated handle parts, genuine leather grip
Includes Sword, Display Plaque, Certificate of Authenticity
Height 4.00
Width 12.00
Depth 45.00
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June 14, 2020 04:09
Die Zäsur eines Arkanisten
CAESURA ist wie im Buch beschrieben und zeichnet auch den einzigartigen Kampfstil der Ademre nach, von denen Kvothe das Schwert auch bekommt. Zugegeben, das Metall ist nicht eisig grau wie ein kalter Wintermorgen wie es im Buche ist, aber offenbar gibt es in der Welt solches Metall. Grundsätzlich liegt Caesura gut in der Hand und fühlt sich auch wie die Verlängerung meines Arms an. Das Leder am Heft schmiegt sich an die Hand und man kann sich gut vorstellen, wie Kvothe mit dem Schwert übt und kämpft. Die Wandmontage mit der schönen Halterung ist wie bei vielen Schwerthalterungen denkbar einfach, wenn man denn die richtige Wand zur Verfügung hat. Aber normalerweise braucht man nur zwei Nägel und einen Hammer. Caesura ist kein gewöhnliches Schwert und das merkt man der Waffe bzw. der Replik auch an. Durch seine ungewöhnliche Optik im Heft-Bereich und der Parierstange zieht es sofort die Blicke von Kennern und Nicht-Kennern auf sich. Als Liebhaber der Kingkiller-Chronicles und auch für Liebhaber von Schwertern definitiv eine Empfehlung.