I, Ad Dakhla, scribe and chronicler to the court of the Sultan of the City of Bronze, do here set down what I have heard of the Weeping Rapier. Long ago, so they say, early in the reign of Køs over Korton, a mother and her two sons fled the city. Seeking refuge, they were offered shelter by a family who turned out to be highwaymen and brigands.

The two sons resisted and were thus slain, while their mother was held until the next convoy of slavers to be sold on. Weeping bitterly at her predicament, the woman found her tears settled and hardened in a peculiar way, and she was thus able to fashion first a lever to force her chains and then a sword to slay her captors. Hearing only ceaseless weeping, it seems, the slavers had no inkling of their demise until it was too late.

Once they were dead, and her sons buried, it is said that the aggrieved mother cast the blade her tears had miraculously made into the Silver Sea, and bade it return to any who cried bitter tears over a matter that could be cured with steel. My records, sparse though they are, attest to its reappearance several times since.

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