Building on the foundations of our Countess pappenheimer, this custom design offers sturdy ambidextrous hand cover at a very nimble weight. By joining the pierced plates to the crossguard via hardy rings, we've increased the structural integrity of the guard as a whole. We shortened the grip quite significantly to accommodate our client's smaller hands. By allowing the pommel to rest against the base of the palm, the shorter grip offers a greater level of control and comfort. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Weight: 900g
Total length: 118cm
Blade length: 42"
Blade width at base: 1.5cm
Grip length: 6cm
Grip and pommel: 9.5cm
Quillon span: 25cm
Point of Balance: 12cm
Blunt edges
Rounded tip
Fencing flex
∴ Notes ∴
The hand-forged heat-treated steel guard and pommel are oil-blackened to a matte finish. The pappenheimer plates are hand-pierced asymmetrically, with a spiral of stars on the front guard and a spiral of circles on the counterguard. The pommel features a hand-carved spiral texture. The hardwood grip is wrapped in a unique design of twisted copper and steel wire.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Spiralling Ascent ∴
The breeze is sweet-scented with mellowing hay and the air is thick with the raucous song of insects. A strand of bearded grass tickles the back of your neck as you crane it to gaze - languidly and longingly - at the stars. You recall those long-sago stories that join the brilliant dots - of heroes and monsters, and gods walking amongst men.
It was those tales, of winged horses and warring giants, that first made you hunger - so many years ago - for a sword in your hand. You smile and spare a glance for the gleaming weapon that still lies at your side. The pierced spiral of stars on the guard winks back at you - your lucky stars, you like to call them, on account of how many times they have saved your hands.
Turning back to the heavens, you feel your eyes attune to take in their sheer magnitude. Even the spaces between the stars aren't truly black, peppered instead with distant clusters and undiscovered constellations. And are you imagining it, spurred on by the sword and the summer and the song of insects, or can you see a faint white spiral of heavenly bodies, glimmering eons away?
You blink, and it's lost again.