with our weapons in our hands.â
âOh! Thatâs so sad,â Tommy burst out.
Nursie laughed. âThere, there, dear. It all happened a long time ago. Weâre long past feeling sorry for ourselves.â
Still, Tommy wished there was something she could do. âWould you like me to polish you?â she asked shyly.
âThat would be lovely,â said Nursie.
So Tommy polished Nursie till her blade shone, then did the same for Bevan Brumm. Finally, she lifted Jasper Swann from the rack. He was surprisingly light compared to the other swords she had lifted that day, and the narrow grip felt just right in her hand.
âGo on,â Jasper urged. âTry me out.â
Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, Tommy wielded the sword, slashing and slicing the air.
âGood,â said Jasper. âBut when youâre fighting, donât face your enemy. You should stand side on. That way less of your body is exposed to his sword.â
âI see,â said Tommy. She adjusted her position and did another few thrusts and parries.
Jasper said, âThatâs it!â
âWell done,â Bevan Brumm agreed.
âYou stick with us, dearie,â Nursie told her, âand weâll help you become the castleâs finest sword fighter. After all our years in here, thereâs not much we canât tell you about swords. Who knows? Maybe youâll become the first-ever girl squire!â
The first-ever girl squire! Nursieâs words were still ringing in her ears as Tommy sprang from her bed early the next morning. Sir Benedict and Mrs Moon had decided that Tommy should continue to share sleeping quarters and take her meals with the kitchen girls rather than sleep in the barracks as the last Keeper of the Blades had done.
Tommy quickly ate a piece of bread, then crossed the courtyard to the armoury, eager to get to work. Today she was planning to check the blade of every sword for sharpness.
But the minute Tommy stepped into the sword chamber her plans were forgotten, as the Old Wrecks started clamouring.
âSword Girl! Sword Girl! Thank goodness youâve come. Sir Walter was here at dawn!â
Tommyâs throat went dry. âWas he happy with his sword?â she asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
âHe was not,â boomed Bevan Brumm.
Tommy clapped a hand over her mouth. What had she done wrong?
âHe wasnât unhappy with your work, dearie,â Nursie explained.
Tommy shook her head in confusion. âThen what â¦?â she began.
âHis sword wasnât here,â said Jasper.
âWasnât here?â Tommy thought she must have misheard. âWhere was it?â
âItâs gone,â Bevan Brumm announced. âDisappeared. Vanished. Lost without a trace.â
âIâm sorry, Tommy,â said Jasper. âSir Walterâs sword has been stolen.â
CHAPTER 6
âS TOLEN ?â Tommy gasped. âBut thatâs impossible! Who would steal Sir Walterâs sword?â
âWe donât know, dearie,â said Nursie. âIt must have happened in the middle of the night when we were asleep.â
Tommy hardly dared ask her next question. âWhat did Sir Walter say when he couldnât find his sword? Did he ⦠did he say anything about me?â
âHe demanded to know where the Keeper of the Blades was, but Nursie managed to put him off,â said Bevan with a chuckle.
âHeâll be back though,â said Nursie. âYouâd better find that sword in a jiffy or not even Sir Benedict will be able to save your job.â
âBut I donât even know where to start,â said Tommy desperately.
âWhy donât you ask Lil?â said Jasper. âShe knows everything that goes on around the castle.â
âYes!â said Tommy. âThatâs a great idea.â She raced through the armoury and out into the