Djedkare gave Jack a confused look, trying to decipher what he just said. Finally, he snapped his fingers and grinned, as if the truth was in front of him the entire time. This fellow had prayed to the gods and enchanted his sword! Such an event was hardly unheard-of, but to see it gone like this was disconcerting. Djedkare supposed that this boy blasphemed and, thus, lost the god-given right to use this weapon. And here he was, complaining about missing a [i]gear[/i]! Oh, those young'uns and their theological illiteracy!

"So it's a magic sword, huh? So you got yourself three blades in there, 'cuz... you don't like the look'a the other two, I guess. Sounds to me like you'd be better off with just yer favorite sword an' use that all the time. How's it work, anyway?"