“Ah, you're jokers, you are,” said the Dwarf. “I begin to see. As if I didn't know how she can shoot, after what happened this morning. All the same, I'll have a try.” He spoke gruffly, but his eyes brightened, for he was a famous bowman among his own people.
All five of them came out into the courtyard.
“What's to be the target?” asked Peter.