Guys,
Kind of painful for me to look at this collection of blades, for obvious reasons. Still, I'm here to confirm that the large, white handled, Khyber knife in the very first picture is, indeed, the one I gave Rusty. I could never forget that knife, picked it up in a dusty little village in Afghanistan. It's the genuine article, well over a hundred years old. The blade is hand forged, of excellent quality, and well patinated. The grips are definitely not ivory, they are bone, most likely from the leg of a camel. The bolsters are iron/steel with some decorative work. The Afghan shop keeper I purchased it from nearly made me drop it by loudly proclaiming the blade to be "poisonous". With the help of an interpretor, I came to understand that it was sincerely believed that the blade was imbued by the smith with a special magic, the extent of which is that any wound inflicted on an enemy by this blade would never heal, and most likely end in death (how a knife can tell friend from foe, I suppose, is part of the magic). I've often wondered if I had the blade examined by an expert, just what the inscription on it would reveal.
Whoever snagged this knife, congratulations, you've got one with "stories". That big knife was quite obviously created to be a weapon, and the imagination runs wild pondering the action it's most likely seen. Take care of it, it still has things to teach future generations about man's violent past.
Sarge