Nay, man, have no fear.

Those who seek Death he often flees, as I think he flees from you to-night.

Yet let us see if we cannot send a longer shaft, you and I, than that which we loosed on Crecy field.

Give me the bow." Dick, although he had never suffered living man to shoot with it before, handed him the black bow, and with it a war shaft, which he drew from his quiver.
"Tell me, Archer Dick, have you any enemy in this town of Venice?
Because if so we might try a shot at him." "One or two, Gate Murgh," answered Dick, "Still whatever your half of me may do, my bit of you does not love to strike down men by magic in the dark." "Well said and better thought.

Then bethink you of something that belongs to an enemy which will serve as well for a test of shooting.