The following is an essay written by Eino Hill, the winner of the William William Wallace sword contest held in April. The Cutting Edge does not endorse, comprehend or validate in anyway Mr. Hill’s medieval fantasies, delusions of grandeur or other strange musings, though we do think that his experience is a prime example of the awe-inspiring power of a sword.
Eino Hill celebrating with his William Wallace Sword
The elongated cardboard box with my name on it could only mean one thing:the Sword of Galleon had arrived.
Alas, the quest was now over. After many years of searching for the fabled sword, its whereabouts having been shrouded in mystery for centuries, a signature was the only thing left standing in my way of its possession. I signed and ran to my room, box in tow.
Flipping through the scriptures, I read again The Passage of Righthood for the One in Possession of The Sword of Galleon.
Turn any man of dust and sand, from across the land o’er yonder,
Who once a pawn thou now shall spawn a mortal man no longer.
There is the Fountain of Youth. And then there’s Immortality! Who wants to be young their whole life when they can have everlasting omnipotence? Powers we, as man, cannot even conceive due to our paltry, insignificant existence?
“Just call me God Jr.,” I said to the heavens above.
Cleverly disguised on the Cutting Edge Blog as the William Wallace Sword, obtaining the Sword of Galleon was much like capturing Bin Laden. It took years of searching, just to discover it was hiding in plain sight.
“It’s too bad I didn’t obtain this sword a month earlier,” I mused. I would’ve gone to that compound in Abbottabad myself and turned him into a Taliban Kebob with this damn thing!”
I wasn’t fooled though. I followed the path. I did as the Scriptures told.
Follow the pen, whose might shall rise,
Not that of swords, but in disguise.
It took me some time to figure out.
We, as children, were always taught that the pen was mightier than the sword. But let’s get serious. They clearly weren’t referring to the Sword of Galleon! The Sword of Galleon will bust a pen up! I don’t care if it’s ballpoint! I don’t give a damn if its a Mont Blanc or even a Bic?
So that part made sense. The sword was still mightier than the pen. But how could a pen’s might rise and be in disguise?
I Googled it. Specifically, “How could a pen’s might rise and be in disguise?” Google had no answers for me, Ask.com had no clue. It did, however, lead me to this woman with a drawn on beard evading the police. Wikipedia wanted me to learn about Optimus Prime. “Robots in disguise” was what triggered that one. After countless minutes of frustration, I realized not finding the answer to this all-important question was a good thing.
“If someone had the answer, they would already have the sword,” I thought.
Then I started thinking. Pen. Writing. Words. A pen writes words. Words form sentences. Sentences form paragraphs. Paragraphs form chapters. Chapters form books. Books form libraries! I must go to the library!