10. snapshot: Flame of The West
â€œThreats seem a poor way for a king to begin,â€쳌 grumbled one of the guards, and Hama, the doorwarden, turned to glare.
â€œNo threat you heardâ€쳌 he barked. â€œHe spoke only truth, to save your miserable life. â€˜Death shall come to any man that draws Elendil's sword save Elendil's heir.' The power is in the blade itself â€“ can you not feel its wyrd, even where you stand?â€쳌
The men nodded and edged away, huddling at the door. Lightning pricked along their skin, and every man knew the King had returned.
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