Mo kept bouncing, because he wasn't sure he was supposed to stop and because he liked how it felt to be moving in the early morning air. Bounce bounce bounce. Sigurd, hmm? He tried to pull out any memories or stories or ANYTHING he knew about Sigurd from his previous readings, although all the bouncing made his brain feel spinny.

"I think his story starts out sort of sad, Professor, because his dad dies before he is even born and just leaves him this old broken sword, but it turns out happy because he uses the pieces of the sword to make a new super sword." Mo bounced and jabbed and parried in the air. "And he always has these people telling him what to do and trying to trick him into doing what they say. If he had a dad, I don't think he'd fall for it over and over, 'cause he would have been more secure in his own self rather than seeking approval of strangers."