Submitted by Gryphon the Black, Kingdom of An Tir
Suppose I was in that wood yonder, and had in my hand a bow of the red yew, ready braced, with a strong taught string, a straight round arrowshaft with a well-shaped nock, with long low fletchings, bound with green silk, and a sharp-edged steel head, heavy and strong, of green-blue temper, that would draw blood out of a weathercock;
Suppose I had my foot on a tussock, my back to an oak tree, the wind at my back, the sun to my side, and the girl I love best close by to watch me, I would shoot such a shot, so strong and deep drawn, so sharply loosed, so low in flight, that it would be no better for my enemy if he wore a breastplate and a milan hauberk than a wisp of fern, a kiln rug, or a herring net.
