This neat and nimble sidesword belongs to our Dioscuri family, offering the same offers low-profile protection and ready balance as the well-loved rapier. We adapted the design to work with a sidesword blade, resulting in a simple sword that's as eager in the cut as the thrust.
Its name is an alternate appellation given to Castor and Pollux, the Classical Greek Dioscuri. In keeping with the celestial twins it's named for, it features an ambidextrous guard, allowing the wielder to easily switch between left and right-handed use.
Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Total length: 109cm
Blade length: 94cm
Blade width: 3.5cm at base
Blade stock: 6mm
Grip length: 8cm
Grip and pommel length: 13cm
Quillon span: 26cm
Space between grip and guard: 5cm
Point of Balance: 14.5cm
Weight: 1100g
Ambidextrous
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged and heat-treated guard and pommel are oil-blackened to a matte finish. The guard features straight flat-sectioned quillons that flare to the ends, and a closed port with a piercework pattern of circles. The ambidextrous counterguard takes the form of a cross.
The pommel is spherical and finished with a steel nut. The oak grip is wrapped in twisted steel wire with Turks head knots to top and bottom.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ An Alternate Viewpoint ∴
The carriage clatters over cobbled streets, its clangour at odds with your hammering pulse. Drawing a silver watch from your pocket, you mark with distaste your hand's tremor.
Ten minutes to twelve. Nearly the allotted time. Nearly the allotted place. The chosen weapon sits beside you on the plush velvet seat, broad-bladed where its twin is slender. How keenly it will clash with its long-parted friend, you think. Keen where you are wretched.
Were this any other duel, the blood would run hot in your veins. You would relish the rush of impending danger, and wear pride like a red carnation as you descend the carriage steps.
Tonight, however, is one you hoped would never come - even as you knew it would. Even as you slipped into the sweet, forbidden embrace of the woman betrothed to your long-absent brother. The woman you'd loved since childhood.
As the hoofbeat staccato slows, you slip your right hand between the black-ribbon bars of the guard, then pass it to your left with a sad shake of your head. You were always the sinister twin. You will gain nothing by hiding your nature.
You brush the black bulb of the pommel to your lips.
"Forgive me, brother," you whisper.