Something moving among the branches of this tree attracted her attention, but for a long while she watched it without being able to discover what it was.
Now she saw.

The moving thing was a hideous black dwarf with beady eyes, who held in his hand a little ivory tipped bow, on the string of which was set an arrow.

Her consciousness concentrated itself upon this arrow, and though she knew not how, she became aware that it was poisoned.
What was the dwarf doing in the tree with a bow and poisoned arrow, she wondered?
Suddenly a sound seemed to strike her ear, the sound of a man's footsteps walking over grass, and she perceived that the figure of the dwarf, crouched upon the bough, became tense and alert, and that his fingers tightened upon the bow-string until the blood was driven from their yellow tips.

Following the glance of his wicked black eyes, she saw advancing through the shadow a tall man clad in a dark robe.

Now he emerged into a patch of moonlight and stood looking around him as though he were searching for some one.