The Orb spun laboriously through the air, the blue sea of the Atlantic rippling as it turned past. Darius and Griffin were observing Galizur as he worked with various instruments and tools atop a long work-table. Oddly, a row of melons were lined neatly along one edge. Galizur turned at the sound of their footsteps. “Ah! There you are. You’re just in time for the demonstration.” “What demonstration?” Helen asked as Anna busied herself pouring tea. “I’ve been working on a solution to the size of the glaive.” Galizur’s eyes dropped to the stafflike weapons hanging from the brothers’ belts. He held out a hand. “May I?” Darius turned his gaze to Griffin, who sighed and reached for his glaive. With a brief glare at his brother, he handed it over to Galizur. Galizur turned it over in his hand. “It will have to be retrofitted.” He set it on his worktable, reaching for a short, slim rod sitting on its surface. “Try this one.” It was significantly shorter than the glaive Griffin had handed to Galizur.
