"You did well. Striking the bird at it's weakest point. You sought out an opportunity and found it. Very good but I want you to try something new and neat". Arcani said, took an arrow from the bagpack, inserted it into the bow, aimed and shot. Another bird came declining from the sky.
"Try aiming at it's head instead. Project the arrow, break it's skull. Let me see you try". The Dokatridge Knight said and gave the weapon to the Jordhai.
Not less than a minute, another lifeless bird dropped with the arrow lancing through it's skull. Jordhai overwhelmed, jumped and almost out of the window but just in time, Arcani held him by heel.
"How did you do it?". Arcani asked he too overjoyed by his nephew quick catch.
"I aimed and shot as you said". Happiness and an exorbitant quantity of pride bolstered is yet matured voice
"No, that is not what I asked you". How did you do it? How did you shoot without missing?". He scrunched his eyes at Jordhai till the weight of his gaze pressed him had into his core. He was sure that his uncle followed his every move. He had aimed his head and he had shot at it under his unwavering gaze, so why is he asking such a question knowing the just answer to it?.
''I aimed the head and I shot at it". The answer left his lips with unbelief and distrust in each word, accompanying it. Was there any other thing he did unconsciously that have not been registered in his brain.
"You said you aimed. I saw that. You said you shot. I saw that too. But there is something else I saw that you haven't reckoned with, Jordhai" He hunched forward till he was literally on a 90 degree, the same level with his nephew.
The second son of Albert looked at his dearest uncle with utter confusion. What could his uncle be talking about that he had not said. He shifted his mother's eyes to be bask in the Star of day. He imagec the bird once high again and how he had shot it. He remembered the way the arrow had pierced through the air and into the body of the black crow. He recalled how he had drawn the bow string backwards. He reminisced how he had tightened his left eye to attain a better aiming and viewing. Nothing else. What could Uncle Arcani be referring to?.
He looked at his Uncle who returned the look at him. He kept looking till he found himself lost in uncle's deep blue eyes. Those eyes that carried nothing but encouragement in them at the moment. It was like he was encouraging him to keep scratching at his memories and keep thinking. He focused his eyes in them and kept on with the remembering exercise. .
The arrow, he was given by his Uncle. The bow, transferred to him. The string, he had drawn. The arrow had flew. Blood had gush out from the little opening he had created in the bird's head cavity. His mind kept revolving round his first thought. All he said, he had done and all he did, he had said. Why the question?.