It required only for him to take the poisoned blade or not.

They never even noticed I was there, much less saw me taking the blade.

Another good reason to take the blade suddenly occurred to her.

She was too likely to take the blade out and stick it in me.

I went to him, taking the blade from his hand.

Should he have taken the short blade from the fugitive?

He took the long blade and let his eyes run down the gleaming steel.

His question made me look at my own motives for taking the blade.

At night, sometimes, he would take the blade out and examine it.

"I'll take the blade, but I only have crystal dust with which to pay."