So each thrust his sword back into the scabbard and entered the pantry.
He would not have it in the scabbard, and when I laid it naked in his hand he kissed the hilt.
Once used they can never be fitted back into the scabbard again.'
It was with rust almost as dark a brown as the scabbard that infolded it.
Now, if the sword had never been drawn from the scabbard, how was that ...