"Yes."

You look down as you say it, and Sir Oscar gives a grim chuckle.
"Girl, you can't lie to me." His strong hand cups your chin and raises your eyes to meet his. "It's understandable to be afraid. Fear keeps you alert. Just don't let it crush you under it's weight."
You try not to let your voice break as you reply, "I'll do what must be done, and make you proud, sir."
"I know you will; you are the best swordsman... heh... sword fighter I've ever trained. You are superior to your sisters..." his eyes stray from yours, downward, for a moment. "In many ways, Alexa." You shift uncomfortable for a moment, but his gaze returns to your face.
"You must go ti the High Priestess now, for your blessing and warding. Before you do, I have a parting gift..."
Sir Oscar opens an ornate chest, reaching inside...