He still had the silver knife in his hand.

And all in the name of a silver knife.

I stared at the bloody silver knife and shook my head.

Selecting a piece, she opened it with a silver knife.

She reached inside one of her sleeves and brought out a silver knife.

He is born with a silver knife in his mouth.

What about the silver knife with the horse on it?

I took the silver knife and slashed my left arm- once, twice, three times.

I looked down at the long dark-skinned hand which was holding the silver knife.

He was looking at the silver knife in my hand.