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Lost Dagger.

Much excitement is going around Fairyland. One of the Fairies has found a dagger. The hilt of the dagger is full with jewels. It was the Sun glinting on the hilt of the dagger that caused the Fairy to look closely at the glittering object. No one wanted the dagger. For the Fairies all things that could be used to hurt someone were not allowed in Fairyland. The dagger with its jewelled hilt was given to me. I myself have no use for such things but I was curious as to who had lost the dagger and when. I looked in Google the search engine in my computer and typed in Jewelled Daggers. There were many such daggers on show but none could give me a clue as to whom it once belonged.

I took the dagger first to the local jewellers who told me that it was worth much money to a collector of such things. I then went to the British Museum in London. Here I was told that such daggers were popular with royalty and many of the rich people carried such daggers for their protection. They could give me no answer as to whom the dagger had belonged. It was a mystery. I went back home taking the dagger with me and placed it on the sideboard and promptly forgot all about the dagger.

Later that night I had been in my bed for about three hours when I heard a noise downstairs. Thinking that perhaps someone had broken in to my house I put on my dressing gown. Taking my shillelagh the one that Shamus the Leprechaun had given me. I went down stairs using an electric torch. The noise was still coming from the kitchen. It sounded like a grating noise as if someone was rubbing steel against steel. To my surprise as I switched on the light in the kitchen the dagger was standing on its hilt and the steel that I use to sharpen knifes was rubbing itself up and down the dagger’s blade.

Taking the dagger I tested its sharpness with a piece of paper it cut the paper effortless in two parts. Now I thought the dagger is really dangerous with a sharpened blade like this it could be used to kill someone. I could not leave the dagger laying around so I decided to make a sheath for it. With a piece of leather left over from repairing my shoes I cut the leather and then sewed it into shape for the dagger. The sheath fitted perfectly and I place the dagger’s blade into the sheath leaving just the jewelled hilt free. Satisfied with my work I locked the dagger in its new sheath in a drawer that I could lock. The key I took with me back up to my bedroom where I got back into my bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night.

I personally have no use for the dagger and decided to take it with me into Fairyland. As I arrived at the clearing I was holding the dagger now in its leather sheath in my hand. Her Majesty was in the clearing and we exchanged greetings. Her Majesty saw the Dagger and asked if she could have a closer look at it. I handed the dagger in its new leather sheath into Her Majesties hands.

Taking the dagger from its sheath Her Majesty looked at it very carefully. The she spoke, “This Dagger was lost here in Fairyland by the Wizard Moronday.  Moronday tried to stab the Fairy Queen of those far off days over two thousand years ago. It was only the Queens quickness with magic that saved her from a nasty wound or even death. Moronday lost the dagger as he ran from Fairyland it has been lost since that time.” “Where did you get the dagger?” I told Her Majesty of the Fairy finding it and giving it to me for safekeeping she knew that no dangerous weapons are allowed in Fairyland.

Her Majesty wanted to destroy the dagger. My objection was that with the jewels on the dagger’s hilt I could sell and use the money by giving it to a charitable organisation. A wave of her Majesties wand and in my hand were all the jewels from the hilt of the dagger. Together we watched the dagger slowly disSolve as if it had been dipped in a bath of acid. Her Majesty and I parted, me with a handful of jewels and Her Majesty with the knowledge that the dagger from so long ago could no longer be used to hurt or kill anyone. Bern.