Hand-forged Fantasy Conan dagger made of spring steel and with handmade leather sheath

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Conan's Nemedian dagger from "The Hour of the Dragon"! Everyone may have a different image in their head. This is my idea of the dagger that Zenobia gave to Conan when I read the story...

I forged the blade by hand from spring steel (a truck leaf spring), the guard and pommel are forged from C45. The handle is made of oiled ash and has a leather wrap.
Blade length: 1 foot
Conan received this weapon without a scabbard and eventually left it in the chest of a mercenary. However, I made one for her. The dagger is very old and I designed it accordingly.

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Conan, now King of Aquilonia, is captured by the Nemedian King Tarascus through intrigue and dark magic. Believed dead and with no hope of help, he lies chained in the deepest dungeon of the palace in the Nemedian capital of Belverus.
Zenobia, a harem slave, however, in love with Conan, risks her life, sneaks into the dungeons, outwits the guards and gives Conan the keys and this dagger! And it was this dagger that ultimately saved his life, because despite his enormous powers, he would certainly have found death on his escape without it...

...>> He examined the blade the girl had handed him and smiled grimly. Whatever else it was, the dagger proved that she had a practical mind. It was no slim stiletto, chosen for its jeweled handle or gold crossguard, and good only for a devious murder, but a proper solid dagger, the weapon of a warrior, with a broad blade nearly a foot long, ending in a sharp point.
He hummed contentedly. The steel in his hand improved his mood and his confidence grew. <<...

With this dagger, he fought his way free, but had to leave Zenobia behind. After defeating his enemies and regaining his crown, he brought Zenobia to Aquilonia, as he had promised her, took her as his wife and made her queen.

...>> Tarascus spoke up again. "You haven't told me what ransom you want for me."
Conan laughed and sheathed his sword. He stretched and ran his bloodstained fingers through his thick black hair, as if he could already feel the reclaimed crown there.
"You have a girl named Zenobia in your harem."
"Why – oh yes, I think so."
"Good." Conan smiled as his thoughts lost themselves in pleasant memories. "She and nothing else will be your ransom. I will come to Belverus and take her, as I promised. She may have been a slave in Nemedia, but in Aquilonia I will make her queen!" <<...