"Your mother?" Khufu was surprised to hear the words.
Miso smiled, looking at the sword. Khufu felt a stabbing pain in his heart, looking at the girl's sad smile.
"Yes! My traits are inherited from her, it will travel in all the girls of the family, now me being the only one." Miso wiped her tears and handed back the sword to him. "You are the righful owner of this." She smiled at him, as if giving away her most precious possession.
Khufu did not know what to say!
"But why me? Why do I have this sword? Why did the old priest give it to me, rather than you or your brother?"
"I am not the person to answer this. All I know is as soon as an enchantress decides, the rightful owner of her ashes and the kind of weapon to be made out of it, she informs the old priest. It is my mother's decision to hand over this sword to you! She trusts you!" Miso smiled at him, tears again falling down her eyes.
"But? But...Why? I don't think I have ever seen or met your mother."
