Susan uses Sword

Then I picked up Amoracchius, a European long Sword with a crusader-style hilt and a simple, wire-wrapped handle.
And I turned to Susan.
She stared at me and then shook her head slowly. "The last time I touched one of those things," she said, "it burned me so bad I could still feel it three months later."
"That was then," I said. "This is now. You're doing what you're doing because you love your daughter. If you stay focused on that, this Sword will never do you harm." I turned the hilt to her. "Put your hand on it."
Susan did so slowly, almost as if against her will. She hesitated at the last moment. Then her fingers closed on the blade's handle.
And that was all. Nothing happened.
"Swear to harm no innocents," I said quietly. "Swear to use it in good faith, to return your daughter safely home. Swear that you will safeguard the Sword and return it faithfully when that task is done. And I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be able to wield it."
She met my eyes and nodded. "I swear."
I nodded in reply and took my hands from the weapon. Susan drew it slightly from its sheath. Its edge gleamed, and its steel was polished as smooth and bright as a mirror. And when she moved to buckle it to her belt, the Sword fit there as if made for it.
My godmother was probably going to feel very smug about that.


Changes Chapter 39, Page 412-413