But alas! it may not be, for none cam make an arrow fly true so far." Instantly Grey Dick stepped forward.
"Sire, may I try ?" he asked, stringing his great black bow as he spoke.
"Who are you ?" said the King, "who seem to have been rolled in ashes and wear my own gold arrow in your cap?
Ah! I remember, the Suffolk man who showed us all how to shoot at Windsor, he who is called Grey Dick.

Yes, try, Grey Dick, try, if you think that you can reach so far.

Yet for the honour of St.George, man, do not miss, for all the host will see Fate riding on your shaft." For one moment Dick hesitated.

Such awful words seemed to shake even his iron nerve.
"I've seen you do as much, Dick," said the quiet voice of Hugh de Cressi behind him.

"Still, judge you." Then Dick ground his heels into the turf and laid his weight against the bow.