As Mason is about to sit at the table, his eyes goest to the far side of the long table, where the Raptor is sitting, next to Eddie, Quantos and Axel.
His eyes widened, and then frowned. "The famous Edulcore Cicciotto. The bearer of Ladnikia, right?"
"Mr. Templar, right? Mason Templar. A name that says all. If I suppose that is a fake name, I guess I wouldn't be accused of sinning, wouldn't I?" spits Euro
"Names come and go, Mr. Cicciotto. Like you know well, Mr. Sardella".
"Should I be impressed? It's on all the newspaper of the morning, after the speech Merlin gave yesterday evening."
"Touchè" says Mason, lending his hand toward Euro, who stand up and shakes it vigorously. "Call me Ed" the Italian says.
"So, where's the famous sword, Ed? Across the centuries some have claimed Ladnika is the twin of my own sword, Caliburnus!" And saying that, Templar unsheathe the sword slightly out of the scabbard, showing just the hilt and a few inches of the blade.
Euro's expression suddenly froze, his eyes gazing beyond the sword, across time and space.
I see the sword in my hand, as my hammer fall over the tempered steel, shaping up the blade, in that obscure cave at the heart of the mountain, back when she had no other name than "sword", in the land of the Calibeans... I see the sword firm in my hand, raised above my head, when I gave the order to cross the Rubicone, then when she was called Ensis Caliburnus, the Calibic sword... I see the sword wrapped in a dirty cloth, next to me, as my men, the only few centurios still faithful to the last emperor of Rome, brings me to safety toward Hibernia, running away from Odoacre... I see the sword, in the sheath hanging from my belt, back when she was called Caliburnus by the Romans, Caledwfulch by the Welsh and Excalibur by the Britons, and I was riding toward Camelot, with Myrrdin at my side...
Euro's eyes widens. "Myrrdin?!" he whispers.
"Pardon?" says Mason, puzzled at the strange behavior of the man.
"Nothing, sorry... a sort of deja vue. It was months I had not one of that. What were you asking me?"
"I was asking about Ladnikia, your sword..."
"It wasn't his sword, Templar" says Tayden, coming into the conversation. "Nobody could own Ladnikia. It's the sword that take possession of people. Ladnikia has been taken care of, like it should have been done millennia ago."
Mason smiles. "It's a good thing to know. I have seen what happened to previous bearer of the sword, a rather horrorific end. And today, there are dozens of peoples in the world that are actively seeking for that sword, for the power that it granted to the bearer. It's good thing for the world that it has been destroyed... Well, enough with magical swords. There is a turkey to destroy! Bwahahahahah!!!!"
