He could see his sword now, standing in a corner where they must have put it.

As she walked away I looked, and saw the suspect sword.

His eyes fell away from mine, and saw the sword I had put on the table.

The others saw the sword being drawn and immediately fell upon each other.

And he hadn't been all that surprised to see the sword at his belt.

And, lost in the past, he didn't see the sword descending.

Once I wheeled about, waiting to see the sword raised again to cut me down.

It was then that he saw the sword resting against a tree.

Conan saw his sword, lying where he had left it.

His heart, which had lifted to see the sword, sank a little.