"I snapped the crossbow into the top of the mount, took a canvas bundle from the cart, and unrolled it. Crossbow bolts, tipped with the Galahad warheads. "This is my baby." I petted the stock. "You have a strange relationship with your weapons," Roman said. "You have no idea," Raphael told him. "This from a man with a living staff and a man who once drove four hours both ways for a sword he then put on his wall," I murmured. "It was an Angus Trim," Raphael said. "It's a sharpened strip of metal." "You have an Angus Trim sword?" Kate's eyes lit up.