The giants are always fighting over me, but once they have me, they just put me away. I have grown somewhat lackluster. I am currently in the custody of the Seven Big Women of Dhiurradh.
A handsome youth has come into the castle. I can hear him saying that he is skilled in brightening silver and gold. They come to the iron closet where I am hanging, and they take me out.
They tell him to polish me until he can see his face in my shining blade.
He rubs me for weeks. The better he can see, the better I can see. He’s a good lad. He spends all his time polishing me.
White Sword of Light in How Ian Direach Got the Falcon, Orange Fairy Book. Painting of “Excalibur” by N.C. Wyeth.