"See that tree over there, the big one with the crooked branch," Kalmyk said as he pointed. "See that the lower limb has a knothole which looks like a face. Try to hit that branch. Even better, try to hit the knothole."
It was a difficult shot, although Flindra had succeeded in striking harder targets. She strung her bow and selected a straight arrow. She was aware that the Rangers had grouped behind her. This made her slightly nervous. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
She nocked the arrow and drew back the bowstring until it brushed against her nose. She focused on the center of the knothole and held her breath. With a twang, the arrow leaped forward and sped directly toward the branch. The arrowhead hit the branch and was embedded deeply in the center of the knothole. Only after she saw that the arrow had hit its target did Flindra finally breathe.
There was a moment of silence as the measure of her skill was fully appreciated. Then the air was split with the cries, "Well done! Good shot!"
Sergeant Leitho had been standing slightly behind her as she shot. Now he slapped her enthusiastically across the shoulders. "Good job, Flindra! I knew you could do it."
Flindra turned to look at Lieutenant Kalmyk, silently seeking his approval.
He understood her unspoken entreaty and nodded his head slightly. "You were right to stay quiet about your skill, Flindra. I would have dismissed your claims as bragging. I think you will make a fine scout."
She smiled at his praise and silently thanked the Spirit for this opportunity.
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