When our client asked for an exact copy of our classic Reiter longsword, we set about giving him just that while including some of Chris's more recent scholarship. Like the original Reiter, this sword is closely inspired by the Bayerischer Museum longsword.
One adjustment Chris made was to give this version a hollow pommel, allowing for a livelier balance than its predecessor. This time Chris hand-forged the hollows into the wheel, making for another possible interpretation of the original.
The result is a light and refined longsword that rotates well around the tip. A versatile fencing tool, it is particularly effective in opposition moves. Light and long, it nonetheless moves with presence.
Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Total length: 126cm
Blade length: 95cm
Blade width at shoulder: 4cm
Blade stock: 8mm
Quillon span: 21cm
Grip length: 24cm
Grip and pommel: 30cm
Point of balance: 12cm
Weight: 1480g
Right-handed quillon curve
2mm blunt edges
Swollen tip
Fencing flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged and heat-treated guard and hollow pommel are polished to a satin finish.
The disc pommel features a deep recess on either side and the flat-section horizontally S-curved quillons feature faceted carving to the terminals.
The oak grip is half-wrapped in twisted steel wire with a Turks Head knot to the top, and half-wrapped in linen thread, cord risers and dark green kidskin.
The construction is finished with a brass peening block.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Second Strike∴
You stride down the familiar corridor, your kidskin soles silent against the swirls of fine marble, but the carved quillons of your sword jangling against your belt buckles to announce your presence.
The door at the end of the hallway is open, and you know that your Master is within, eagerly awaiting your advice on his latest deal with the Lowlands. From the hints he's been dropping lately, you suspect that there's more to this meeting: after five years as an apprentice, you are considered ready to graduate as a guild member.
Keen as you are to fulfil this fate, there is something you must do first. You pause just before the door, and turn your full attention toward a small framed print on the wall. Smiling, you take in the wood-cut knight on horseback, riding through monsters and demons with a look of steadfast splendour.
This unassuming image was a source of solace when you first moved into the grand townhouse, a mere child of fifteen. You recall tracing the delicate lines of the hero and his steed when you thought nobody was looking, longing for the simple morality of his fairy tale world as you navigated a world of commerce and politics.
As you did then, you drop your hand almost instinctively to the wire and leather grip of your longsword, still striking in its similarity to the knight's own brand with its curving quillons and a gleaming wheel pommel. Like the needle of a compass, you like to think the slender blade has kept you on course, reminding you of that straight-backed knight and the vows he might have made.
Your name rings out across the marble expanse. With a wistful sigh you nod your final salute to the woodcut knight, and turn to face your future.