Then I gave the double signal that had been agreed.
Behind me the banner of the golden Grasshopper was raised upon a tall pole and broke upon the breeze.

That was the first signal whereat every man rose to his knees and set shaft on string.

Next I lifted my bow, the black bow, the ancient bow that few save I could bend, and drew it to my ear.
Far away, out of arrow-reach as most would have said, floated the Great King's standard over his pavilion.

At this I aimed, making allowance for the wind, and shot.

The shaft leapt forward, seen in the sunlight, lost in the shadow, seen in the sunlight again and lastly seen once more, pinning that golden standard against its pole! At the sight of the omen a roar went up that rolled to right and left of us, a roar from thirty thousand throats.