From four weeks in India and Ireland . . . .
Of course, y'all didn't even know I was gone. :-)

Three weeks in the Trans-Himalya region of Northern India, and I didn't see a single sword. I did, however, see a lot of yaks. And goats, and sheep, and horses, and dogs, and giant (truly enormous, eagle-sized) ravens. Actually, my lady and I decided to call our Indian trip "The Saga of Poo", for various reasons attributable to our trekking experience and constant encounters with the coprolitic aspects of mammalian life.
In Dharamsala, near the end of the trip, I did encounter an antiqued katar (along with many cheap tourist khukuris), which the kindly salesman referred to as "a tiger hunting weapon, from the time of kings". I would really, really hate to hunt tigers armed with a katar. :-)

Ireland, however, more than made up for the insufficiency of weapons found in extreme Northern India. The National Museum in Dublin was fabulous, and my scant hour there was spent drooling over the Bronze Age and Viking-era artifacts so very well displayed.
For those that have not been there, I would highly recommend a trip to Dublin and the National Museum (Archaeology and History). The city is lovely, the food is good, and the arms collection in the National Museum, alone, is worth the price of a ticket.

Jule, namaste, and namaskar,
Scyth