Hogfather - Cut Through

“There was a sword,” he muttered.

“Oh, it’s fallen on the floor,” said the Dean, reaching down. “But it looks as though it’s—Did I do that?”

The wizards looked at the large curved slice of table falling away. Something had cut through everything—wood, cloth, plates, cutlery, food. The Dean swore that a candle flame that had been in the path of the unseen blade was only half a flame for a moment, until the wick realized that this was no way to behave.

The Dean raised his hand. The other wizards scattered.

“Looks like a thin blue line in the air,” he said, wonderingly.

“Excuse me, sir,” said Teatime, taking it from him. “I really must be off.”

He ran from the hall.

“He won’t get far,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. “The main doors are locked in accordance with Archchancellor Spode’s Rules.”

“Won’t get far while holding a sword that appears to be able to cut through anything,” said Ridcully, to the sound of falling wood.

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Hogfather p331-332