The arrow, not the archer. That is what we said. All that makes an arrow good or bad is whether it goes where it is aimed.

But arrows do not choose their archer, so...

[ It isn’t mournful, that last part, or self-loathing. If anything it’s hopeful. He’d rather say he chose wrong than say he didn’t have a choice.

He gives By’s knee a more vigorous little wiggle in parting and puts his foot back down. ]

Is that what you miss?