Excalibur was wiggling on my back in excitement from all the praise it was getting. I still wasn’t used to the fact that the sword was sentient. Nor how closely connected I was to it. The sword has never acted so freely before, at least not as Arthur described it. Then again, it did have nine hundred years of absorbing magic, which according to the new knowledge I possess, meant that the sword was not only connected to the world as a whole but also had its own life. While I had known that certain objects could gain sentience, I hadn’t realized just where it came from.