Yes

It takes a little bit of work, but you eventually climb your way up the tree, stopping at a branch that looks sturdy enough to support you.

"These clothes are so much more flexible than the last pair," you think to yourself, not realizing the fairies' trickery from last night. "I have to compliment my tailor the next time I see him."

You're now a few feet away from the sword. It's caught on a couple of smaller branches and barely hanging on.

The limbs near it are too small and frail to support your weight. You try to shake it loose, but the sword doesn't budge.

You eventually try leaning over as far as you can to try to bat it loose. After a few tries, you eventually knock it clear of the tree.

In your excitement (or perhaps fatigue from not getting a proper night's rest) you fail to hear the sound of ripping fabric as you move back along the tree and climb down.

When you get back on the ground you pick up your sword and walk away, completely unaware of the clothing you've just left behind.