A sister to our Alexandrian sword, this regal beauty takes its aesthetic cues from the distinctive "seed pod" pommel shape and downturned quillons of the Leeds and Solingen Type XIV swords. The broad, relatively short Type XIV blade makes for decisive cutting movements, while the highly polished brass of the pommel sets off the custom-sized green leather grip perfectly. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Total length: 86cm
Blade length: 71cm
Blade width at base: 5.5cm
Grip length: 8.5cm
Grip and pommel: 14cm
Point of Balance: 9.5cm
Quillon span: 19cm
Weight: 1100g
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged, heat-treated crossguard is polished to a satin sheen, while the deeply hollow-ground seed-pod-shaped pommel is carved from brass and polished to a reflective finish. The custom-sized grip is made from oak, wrapped first in linen twine and then in emerald green leather. The peened construction is finished with a hand-cut copper peening block, while the blade features a small cross engraved at the point of balance.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Brazen Treasure∴
As daylight gives way to echoing dark and the swaying glow of your head torch, you fill your lungs with familiar, dank, iron-rich air and smile. The tomb is becoming a second home to you. Tracing one hand along the slime-rimed wall of the corridor, you take in the once-delicate sconces, now rusted almost beyond recognition. A pity, you think. You should have loved to see their original splendour.
As the thought crosses your mind, your fingers slide suddenly from slick stone into empty air. You stand still for a moment, heart pounding, then reach out again, turning your head to cast light into the void that you swear wasn't there before. Not a doorway, you realise with some disappointment, but an inset niche, housing a rough stone block. And there, propped against it, almost casually, is the sword.
You cannot help but gasp, the sound bouncing down the corridor. You hadn't expected anything like this. It is a beautiful specimen, short and shapely with a broad, grooved blade, an emerald green grip, and the crowning glory - a gleaming brass pommel. It's a miracle it's survived this long.
The thought sticks in your mind uncomfortably. You recall the misshapen and rust-thick sconces, undone by centuries of damp. An unbidden shiver takes your neck as you stoop to gaze again at the brilliant brass pommel, almost untouched by time.
As you stare transfixed into the unlikely brazen facets, a flicker of movement is reflected in them. Someone - or something - is behind you.