Having fastened a wooden grip with riveted copper pins and a simple bronze half-guard to protect the knuckles, I started polishing the blade and I smiled, admiring the silvery, copper finish as I started going through common forms and strikes in the clearing. Some of the others in the camp stopped what they were doing and started watching. Eventually, while stretching my body and testing the sword, Zarra approached and, with a sly grin, she said, "you finished your project, that means you can mate now." I stopped mid-swing, my mind racing with the tribe's request, and I was unable to think up a reason to postpone again.
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