"How is this possible?" Ser Barristan said in astonishment. Though old, he was still a first-rate warrior.
After several attempts produced the same result, the old knight gave up the idea.
Then the other knights stepped forward: Rosso, Anguy, Robar, Harold, Gulian, Roland, and the others.
Even the bastard knight with Tarth blood could not do it.
They strained with all their strength, only to find that they still could not wield Lady Justice, or even draw it out.
The blue glass blade seemed to possess the weight of a mountain. It was extraordinarily heavy, and any strength applied to it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
"A sacred sword." Yet Gendry raised it once more, handling Lady Justice with ease.
It seemed that Lady Justice could only be used after the runes on the sword were activated. The requirements for wielding it were high indeed.
The reason the Sword of the Morning did not draw his sword against ordinary men was that Lady Justice paired with runes was like cheating.
"The holy sword has a master!"
"The holy sword has chosen its master!"
"Sword of the Morning! Sword of the Morning!"
"Storm Dragon King! Sword of the Morning!"
Having witnessed these marvels, the knights were utterly certain that this was the legendary blade, the incomparable Lady Justice.
"Back to the castle," Gendry announced joyfully. "Today, we'll drink our fill to celebrate. Once we've cut off Euron Crow's Eye's head, we'll drink even more."
"As you command, Your Grace!" Those around him answered cheerfully. The gods protected the king; a great victory was certain.
The knights jubilantly crowded around the king and his party.
"These three swords happen to represent three aspects of kingship. Fury is the sword of the realm, the king's sword, representing power. Orphan-Maker