The sword exchanged thoughts with its owner, and then said to the fat man:
- In the past, by my will, I #### many #####, drank ##### #####, cut down thousands of #####, directed ### #######, but the mundane fate of being a guide always eluded me. - For some reason, Barley couldn't make out some of the words in the sword's speech. - If I had a head, I would shake it in annoyance now, and if I had a mouth, I would sigh, but I am a sharp blade that mercilessly strikes the enemies of my noble mistress, and my entire being demands that I flawlessly fulfill her desires. - Hekizo slipped out of Óna's hand and flew after the pie lover; it turned out that he was capable of levitation. - You will have to be content with my company. Consider it an honor!
- I will consider it, Mr. Sword, - the young man replied. - I have never had a talking weapon, although I sometimes talk to Probyk and Rubik, - Barley points to his weapons. - But they don't answer. By the way, can you cut and chop yourself, or do you need to be held in your hand?