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. Though
shorter than most of the swords in Stonecut Orebrand's
collection, the weapon still was only six inches shorter
than Jilian was, and much of its weight was forward, to-
ward the point, in the dwarven style. Being a sturdy
dwarven girl, Jilian had no trouble lifting it, even hold-
ing it out at arm's length, but it did tend to off-balance
her a bit. "What should I swing it at?" she asked.
Silicia went to a corner and brought back a candle-
stand with a foot-long taper set in it. "Cut the candle,"
she suggested.
"All right. Stand back." Jilian placed herself with the
candlestand to her left, sighted on it, raised the sword
and swung... and gasped, then clung for dear life as the
sword seemed to take charge. It whisked past the top of
the candle and kept going as the momentum of the cut
becaine centrifugal force. Like a spinning top, Jilian
twirled around and around, her feet a blur, trying to
keep up with the sword in her hands, trying to keep her
balance as she spun.
On its second rotation, the sword clove through the
candle. On its third it bisected the oakwood candlestand.
On its fourth it cut the legs off the stand and took two
candles out of a hanging chandelier on the other side of
Jilian. Silicia shrieked and dived for cover as the rate of
spin increased and the twirling Jilian began to move
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