A hundred days and a hundred nights he laboured on the third blade, and as it glowed white hot in the scared fires, he summoned his wife. ‘Nissa Nissa’, he said to her for that was her name, ‘bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and he soul and her strength and her courage went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes.