I was long past taking any care.

I stumbled and slipped along the hill-side, my breath labouring, and a moaning at my lips from sheer agony and weakness.

If an arrow sped between my ribs I would still reach the water, for I was determined to die with my legs in its flow.
Suddenly it was before me.

I came out on a mossy rock above a deep, clear pool, into which a cascade tumbled.

I knelt feebly on the stone, gazing at the blue depths, and then I lifted my eyes.
There on a rock on the other side stood my enemy.
He had an arrow fitted to his bow, and as I looked he shot.