I shook my head. Hans had never had an object like this in his possession. "Did it not belong to some pre-adamite warrior?" I cried, "to some living man, contemporary with the huge cattle-driver? But no. This is not a relic of the stone age. It is not even of the iron age. This blade is steel--" My uncle stopped me abruptly on my way to a dissertation which would have taken me a long way, and said coolly:
Hans? - A nagybátyám a fejét rázogatta. Aztán figyelmesen megvizsgálta a fegyvert.