Beauty

"I brought your sword."

Before the unease I felt could fade, the woman handed me a sword.

The sword I’d been holding.

I thought the guards had confiscated it. Where had she gotten it?

Thinking that, I looked at the woman in front of me.

What was it? She really did seem familiar somehow.

But I couldn't remember exactly where I'd seen her.

"Master."

<What.>

"Does that woman look familiar to you?"...