"Meirion was stiff as a lance, and his voice thinned and steely as a sword-blade."
"Now let me ask thee, did it ever befal any man to dream that he was battling a sore battle and after to awake from sleep and find in his hand a sword-blade besmeared with blood?"
"Then through this larger forest gateway he came out into the evening light, with a chip of grey wood sticking to his sword-blade."