Arthur was still and silent for a little while. In the case in front of them there was an old rusting sword, and the placard had fallen down into the dusty velvet so there was no explanation for the tarnished iron. It was a huge thing, the twice the length of a man's arm, at least, and it was hard to imagine the kind of creature that could wield it.
Arthur looked at her reflection, standing next to his, and said slowly, "There's always an escape."