He bent the blade a little, and then made it whistle in curves about his head.

He had a purpose in doing so, and it was attained at once.

The captain looked at him with rising curiosity.
"Peter," he said, "you don't seem to be wholly unfamiliar with the sword, and you nothing but a cook's helper." "It's true, captain.

The hilt fits lovingly into my hand.

In my spare moments and when nobody was looking I've often stolen this sword of yours from the cabin and practiced with it.