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The ivory began to smolder. When the smoke cleared and the agony subsided, instead of a wand I was
holding a Celestial bronze sword that definitely wasn’t Riptide.
“What is this?” I asked. “It’s huge.”
Carter whistled under his breath. “I’ve seen those in museums. That’s a kopis.”
I hefted the sword. Like so many I’d tried, it didn’t feel right in my hands. The hilt was too heavy for
my wrist. The single-edged blade was curved awkwardly, like a giant hook knife. I tried a jab and nearly
lost my balance.
“This one doesn’t look like yours,” I told Carter. “Isn’t yours called a kopis?”
“Mine is a khopesh,” Carter said. “The original Egyptian version. What you’re holding is a kopis—a
Greek design adapted from the Egyptian original. It’s the kind of sword Ptolemy’s warriors would’ve
used.”