This was what he said, but all the time he was expecting to be able to string the bow and shoot through the iron, whereas in fact he was to be the first that should taste of the arrows from the hands of Ulysses, whom he was dishonouring in his own house--egging the others on to do so also.
Come on, then, make no excuses for delay, but let us see whether you can string the bow or no.
Everybody was bowing to them--cabmen, little children, and everybody else--and they were returning all the bows
and overlooking nobody, when a young lady met them and made a deep courtesy.
Then Robin took his good yew bow in his hand, and placing the tip at his instep, he strung it right deftly; then he nocked a broad clothyard arrow and, raising the bow, drew the gray goose feather to his ear; the next moment the bowstring rang and the arrow sped down the glade as a sparrowhawk skims in a northern wind.
So, of a sudden, without any warning, he sprang to his feet, and seized upon his bow and fitted it to a shaft.
Hubert, who, as victor in the first trial of skill, had the right to shoot first, took his aim with great deliberation, long measuring the distance with his eye, while he held in his hand his bended bow
, with the arrow placed on the string.
He traveled lightly; but his yew bow
must needs have a new string, and his cloth-yard arrows must be of the straightest and soundest.
Scarcely had the shaft left his bow
ere Kulonga had fitted another to it, but Horta, the boar, was upon him so quickly that he had no time to discharge it.
In the bow
stood Kulan Tith, a brave figure fighting beside his brave warriors, beating back the ferocious green men.
"I would break your stave across my knee first," cried John, laying his great hand upon the bow
, set straight his open shirt front, and gave her his arm to conduct her to Anna Arkadyevna.
At last he went to the judge, and complained that a rascal had robbed him of his money, and beaten him into the bargain; and that the fellow who did it carried a bow
at his back and a fiddle hung round his neck.
finds it impossible to keep pace with stroke, because stroke rows in such an extraordinary fashion.
We are Bow
Street runners, and we've got you for coining."
. "One of those vigorous soldiers' heads seen nowhere but in France," added the princess, with the perseverance of a woman sure of impunity.