“Just get as many ideas as possible from the broken blade and make a report to me.” Aldrich closed his eyes sighing.
They watch him leave before turning back to look at the broken blade.
“This poor guy had it very rough,” Pete said looking at the handle.
“I thought royals had gold.” She pointed as she watched the bronze large handle.
“Indeed, shouldn’t it be gold?” Tom also crouched to kneel beside her.
By this time Rosa was sitting on the ground with folded legs. “Are you sure this is the King’s sword?”
Pete turned it around checking it thoroughly again. “The seal design all is like the royal sword, but you are right, there cannot be a bronze sword in the possession of a Royal family.”
Pete stood up first along with the others from the ground. He took the broken blade from Rosa and wrapped them carefully under a cloth.
“Let me bring this to Sir Aldrich, I am sure he will know more about this.” He quickly left.