"You are worthy", says your King.

You realize your King is now kneeling before you.

"I know this now. The Sword does not lie."

With those words from your King, the bindings loosen. The blood flow returns to your arm.

He stands up.

Staring intently into your eyes, searching into your Soul, he says, "It has chosen you. I know not why, but it has. Do you even know how to wield it?"