He was between Edoran and the Falcon now, and Arisa pushed past the prince to stand with him. Weasel on the right and Arisa on the left. The image of the cards Arisa has laid out floated through his mind: the fool, with the storm protecting him and the hanged man guiding him true. No matter how powerful the sword and shield were supposed to be, Weasel and Arisa mattered more..."I do give them to you," he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasel is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.
— Hilari Bell
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