It sang like a harp and wailed like a woman, so fearfully indeed that the lad Day, who all this while stood by aghast, stopped his ears with his fingers, and Hugh groaned.

Then this awful archer swiftly set the arrow on the string.
"Now think with your mind and shoot with your heart," he said in his cold voice, and, so saying, drew and loosed as though at a hazard.
Out toward Venice leaped the shaft with a rushing sound like to that of wings and, as it seemed to the watchers, light went with it, for it travelled like a beam of light.

Far over the city it travelled, describing a mighty arc such as no arrow ever flew before, then sank down and vanished behind some palace tower.
"A very good bow," said the shooter, as he handed it back to Dick.
"Never have I used a better, who have used thousands made of many a substance.

Indeed, I think that I remember it.

Did you chance to find it years ago by the seashore?
Yes?
Well, it was a gift of mine to a famous archer who died upon a ship.