Mastodawn

The strongest knights went first. Large hands on the hilt, feet firmly planted on the stone, muscles bulging... The sword would not budge.

One by one they failed, knights and nobles.

They laughed when a maid walked up and patted the stone fondly.

"Sweetie, can you please let go for me?"

It did.

All that ceremony and nobody thought to just ask the sword what it wanted. Seems like an oversight in retrospect.

@ChrisChris I though the story was about fondling stones, not swords.

@otyugh Fair. The stone probably had opinions too but kept them to itself.