The Executioner

She's an odd one, weirdest of the flock. Can stare for hours without a word. Examining everything which happens to be interesting to her, like a tiny scholar, with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. She's only four, but definitely different from the others.

"Were you always a woodsman?" -she asks suddenly.

"Sure" -flies my swift reply with hopes that it will break her concentration, but her chain of thought seems indestructible, there is no weak link in it, is solid as a block of granite and just like a sledgehammer, wielded by a boy, my answer bounces off of it, and before I can prepare myself,  comes the second wave:

"Really?" -sounds typically childish, like the sweet child she is, but her gaze tells a different story, this is a trap! She knows that I know that she knows about the axe. A long forgotten relic of the misty past, which I exiled from my life and hid well in the barn attic ages ago -at least that's what I thought, till this day.

"Yes, not counting my time as a ranker in the marquis's guards, of course. But that was a long time ago, well before I met you grandmother." -I lied, seemingly not too well, since I noticed that almost invisible little grin at the edge of her lips, what she makes when she nabs someone on a knack. Hmm... seems that some things don't get better with age, I was never good in mind-games.

"Ohh..." -she was far from convinced. It was a half-truth, if there is such a thing. But how could I tell the truth?! How could an infant, who only now begins to live, understand what duty means? Comprehend what following an order blindly means, no matter how just, cruel or bloody, because that's what loyalty to your lord demands? Because that's what a headsman does...


It is around 1.5 kilograms with shaft included, the head is 225 mm long with a 202 mm long edge, forged of 5160 and 1.2516 with 200 layers.
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