Call to the archers
"Oi!" You cry to the archers. "Notch arrows," says
an archer, in a deep, gruff voice. "I mean you no harm!" You
say. "Take aim," says the same archer. At this, the archers
raise their English longbows. "Fire!" They begin to release
volley after volley of wooden shafts upon you. You skillfully evade
each projectile, rolling about the dirt ground as each arrow lodges
into the soil. "I mean no harm! I come to speak with the king! I
am unarmed!" you say. "Halt!" cries the archer, and the
rest follow his order. "Gatekeeper, send word to the keep and
open the gate..." With that, a peasant is whisked off to the
great hall and the portcullis draws up. "What are you waiting
for?" inquires the archer. "Step
in..."
