233 Stranded In Time (3)

Sam didn't protest. He instantly turned solemn and closed his eyes. He extended his hands as I carefully placed the blade on his small palms. I just couldn't bring myself to kill him just yet. 

"Make sure you hold it tight from here," I said, pointing at the sword's hilt. I'll tell you this though; I enjoyed acting condescending toward the all knowing Sam. "Don't let it slip or it'll cut your hand off." 

He happily nodded. He held the sword from its pommel with surprising strength. "It's sharp!" he gasped. 

"Go on, give it a swing in the air," I suggested. "It can't be that heavy for a boy with your strength." 

Sam gave me an excited look then turned to the sword. He frowned as he held it in both hands. He gave it a swing, and the blade sang as it cut through the air. With a metallic clang, the sword fell on the ground and almost took Sam with it. The little devil held on though. He heaved the sword up in the air again and admired it.