Did Lady Averlee not realize the sword was glowing; he could see it as clearly as he could see his arrows glow.  Touching it at first was incredibly hot; were it not his first day as a squire, he might wince and cry in pain.  Instead, he endured the pain only to realize it made no wounds on his hand.  The scimitar itself was incredibly heavy; he had not personally handled a sword of this weight and magnitude.<br/><br/>Taking one moment to readjust himself, he looked up into Menatra's eyes. "Aye, Menatra.  Our lady will only be mildly pleased.  Horses and I have an unwritten understanding; they will let me take care of them as long as I don't mount them.  At first I figured they just needed to be broken in; but after being thrown from already tame horses for weeks on end, I realized its just me.  I get along with wild wolves better."  But Menatra only seemed distantly interested before finally insisting Theadric wait for horse caring duties.<br/><br/>"Nonsense, Menatra!  If it weren't my first day, I'd go right out there and ready myself to help my Lady.  Do you think those other knights really scare me?  I'll fly the flag and the banner anywhere, pick up any sword, provide any weapon, and drag the enemy's body to their grave ..."  But Theadric looked around and realized he was only talking to himself.