‘Bestow’ is such a good word. My only regret is that I have not used it enough. This is from an unfinished short story:
One day soon, he hoped, he would meet Emily again and he would bestow the sword upon her. Then, he would head home to rest. As he stared into the fire, Trevor let go of his anxiety, let go of his worry and allowed peace to come into his heart. It had been a long year. Tonight, he would sleep. Tomorrow, he would travel on.