Never had I seen such a perfect embodiment of grace and elegance as that boy as he stood there for a moment poised to the throw; the afternoon sunshine warm and strong on his bunched brown hair, a girlish flush of shyness on his handsome face, and the sleek perfection of his limbs, clear cut against the dusky background beyond.

And now the javelin was going.
Surely the mystic would think better of it at the last moment! No! the initiate held his ground with tight-shut lips and retrospective eyes, and even as I looked the weapon flew upon its errand.
"There goes the soul of a fool!" I exclaimed, and as the words were uttered the spear struck, or seemed to, between the neck and shoulder, but instead of piercing rose high into the air, quivering and flashing, and presently turning over, fell back, and plunged deep into the turf, while a low murmur of indifferent pleasure went round amongst the onlookers.
Thereat An, yawning gently, looked to me and said, "A strong-willed fellow, isn't he, friend ?" I hesitated a minute and then asked, "Was it WILL which turned that shaft ?" She answered with simplicity, "Why, of course--what else ?" By this time another boy had stepped out, and having chosen a javelin, tested it with hand and foot, then retiring a pace or two rushed up to the throwing mark and flung it straight and true into the bared bosom of the man.

And as though it had struck a wall of brass, the shaft leapt back falling quivering at the thrower's feet.

Another and another tried unsuccessfully, until at last, vexed at their futility, I said, "I have a somewhat scanty wardrobe that would be all the better for that fellow's summer suiting, by your leave I will venture a throw against him." "It is useless," answered An; "none but one who knows more magic than he, or is especially befriended by the Fates can touch him through the envelope he has put on." "Still, I think I will try." "It is hopeless, I would not willingly see you fail," whispered the girl, with a sudden show of friendship.
"And what," I said, bending down, "would you give me if I succeeded ?" Whereat An laughed a little uneasily, and, withdrawing her hand from mine, half turned away.

So I pushed through the spectators and stepped into the ring.