Arthur Conan Doyle,
The White Company
“ And yet it says nothing for your weapon, mon gros camarade, for it was by turning yourself into a crossbow that you did it.” “By my hilt! there is truth in that,” cried Aylward. “And now, friend, I will myself show you a vantage of the long-bow. I pray you to speed a bolt against yonder shield with all your force. It is an inch of elm with bull's hide over it.” ”
