it_came_to_this fyn gula the quiver was heavy upon his back, shifting easily in the usual journey, place to place, here to there. bending the knee, reaching back for the arrow, setting it, taking aim, pulling, straining, squinting, letting go............................................... it was what he did. what he was good at. and that's why it came to this attention, at this time. because he missed the target. yet no one knew. "how do they measure it anyway?" he thought. "what i hit or how many?" 010314 what's it to you? who go blather from