On the handle was a furious portrait of Thor the Thunderer with a tangled seaweedy beard, and across the blade was a zigzag lightning pattern in a lighter silver.
So they started down into the night, Philip calling " Harriet! Harriet! Harriet" ! And there she was, waiting for them in the wet, at the first turn of the zigzag.
Zigzag lances of lightning followed each other in quick succession, and the thunder was so gloriously loud and massive it seemed as if surely an entire mountain was being shattered at every stroke.