Ingiliz yazar Bernard Cornwell’in dogum gunu (23 Subat 1944)
“Thomas o gece eski okunu cehenneme gonderdi. Bir okcu okunu asla atmazdi, kirilsa bile; icki icip gulmek icin bahane olan bir torenle eski ok alevlere atilirdi. Okculara gore ok cehenneme gidip sahibini beklerdi. Thomas yayinin yanisini, son kez bukulup kivilcimlar sacarak kirilisini izlerken bu yayla attigi oklari dusunuyordu. Okcular buyuk bir saygiyla buyuk salonun sominesinin etrafina toplanmisti. Arkalarindaki askerler sessizdi. Thomas ancak yayi bir kul yiginina donustukten sonra sarap kadehini kaldirdi. 'Cehenneme,' dedi eski bir duayla.”
“That same night Thomas sent his old bow to hell. An archer never threw a bow away, not even if it broke on him; instead, in a ceremony that was an excuse for drinking and laughter, the old bow was committed to the flames. It was being sent to hell, the archers said, going ahead to wait for its owner. Thomas watched the yew burn, saw the bow bend for the last time, then snap in a shower of sparks, and he thought of the arrows it had sent. His archers stood respectfully around the great hall's hearth, and behind them the men-at-arms were silent, and only when the bow was a broken strip of ash did Thomas raise his wine. 'To hell,' he said in the old invocation.”


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