Then, for the first time, they understood the immense power of the yew bow in strong and skilful hands.
Felix was overwhelmed; they almost crushed him with their attentions; the women fell at his feet and kissed them.

But the archer could scarcely reply; his intense nervous excitement had left him weak and almost faint; his one idea was to rest.

As he walked back to the camp between the chiefs of the shepherd spearmen, his eyes closed, his limbs tottered, and they had to support him.

At the camp he threw himself on the sward, under the gnarled oak, and was instantly fast asleep.
Immediately the camp was stilled, not to disturb him.
His adventures in the marshes of the buried city, his canoe, his archery, were talked of the livelong night.

Next morning the camp set out for their home in the mountains, and he was escorted by nearly four hundred spearmen.