In the mist I saw a scene from an ancient time. A magician emerged from the mist, his stave piercing through the smoke, and his white garment seemed to have an immanent glow of its own. He swung his stave and faces of a circle of spectators became visible. Something told me that they were very old. Now the magician opened his mouth and spoke. "Let the Power enter the metals." He raised a bronze sword and stroked his stave along its edge. A deep murmur accompanied the sparks that were jumping from the stave into the sword. The magician recited something inaudible and then said: "The peoples of the future will work much magic by my power. Their eyes will receive their light from this sword, they will speak through it and warm themselves by it. You, sword, have been bestowed the power of the Thunder, therefore, go to your peer!" He flung the sword up into the skies. It turned round and round, and began to fall, as a flash of lightning followed by a deafening clap struck the sword and melted it into a rain of power. The mist closed, and I saw no more.
Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 10
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