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as he did so, he glanced at the oily pattern, moving and swirling, and the face in his mind roared. It was a snake! A snake, hissing and coiling round the blade!
Tom dropped the sword in shock, and it clattered to the ground. Captain Hork attacked, pressing his blade against Tom’s chest. “Yield, boy! Yield!”
Dad shouted, “He yields, sire!”
Hork stepped back, breathing heavily. “Yes!” he laughed. “My victory!”
Tom ignored him and stared at the sword.
It looked normal again. There was no snake.
Just a sword, like hundreds he’d helped to
make. But suddenly he hated it. Even the
thought of touching it was horrible. As he
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