The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, " Edd, fetch me a block, " and unsheathed Longclaw.
" And now it begins, " said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.