Bow-may spake not, but stamped her foot with anger.
Yet if her heart were hot, her hand was steady; for she notched a
shaft, and just as the Dusky Chief raised his axe and brandished it
aloft, she loosed, and the shaft flew and smote the felon in the
armpit and the default of the armour, and he fell to earth. But even
as she loosed, Face-of-god cried out in a loud voice:
'O lads of battle! shoot close and all together. Tarry not, tarry
not! for we need a little time ere sword meets sword, and the others
of the kindreds are at work!'
But Bow-may turned round to him and said: 'Wilt thou not answer me?
Where is thy kindness gone?'
Even as she was speaking she had notched and loosed another shaft,
speaking as folk do who turn from busy work at loom or bench.
Then said Face-of-god: 'Shoot on, sister Bow-may! The Sun-beam is
gone with her brother, and he is with the Men of the Face.'
He broke off here, for a man fell beside him hurt in the neck, and
Face-of-god took his bow from his hands and shot a shaft, while one
of the women who had been hurt also tended the newly-wounded man.
Then Face-of-god went on speaking:
'She was unwilling to go, but Folk-might and I constrained her; for
we knew that this is the most perilous place of the battle--hah! see
those three felons, Bow-may! they are aiming hither.
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