It would seem that Elissa saw it also; at least, she leapt from the ground, her arm lifted above her head as though to catch the object.

Then as her feet once more touched the earth her knees gave way, and she fell down with a moan of pain.

Metem running on towards her, as he went perceived a shape, which looked like that of a black dwarf, slip from the shadow of the tree into some bushes beyond where it was lost.

Now he was there, to find Elissa half-seated, half-lying on the ground, the prince Aziel bending over her, and fixed through the palm of her right hand, which she held up piteously, a little ivory-pointed arrow.
"Draw it out from the wound," he panted.
"It will not help me," she answered; "the arrow is poisoned." With an exclamation, Metem knelt beside her, and, not heeding her groans of pain, drew the dart through the pierced palm.

Then he tore a strip of linen from his robe, and knotting it round Elissa's wrist, he took a broken stick that lay near and twisted the linen till it almost cut into her flesh.
"Now, Prince," he said, "suck the wound, for I have no breath for it.
Fear not, lady, I know an antidote for this arrow poison, and presently I will be back with the salve.