As the two men approached each other, once again Sawatant outstretched his arm holding the arrows in an "x". Bradford assumed he was there to trade so he gathered the few possessions he had and laid them about Sawatant's feet so he could inspect the goods. There was a pewter pitcher, a cord of thick rope, a brimmed hat, a pair of breeches, cracked reading glasses and a flagon of ale. Sawatant didn't break his gaze from Bradford. He didn't care about the items, he wasn't there to trade, he continued to hold out the arrows in an "x". Bradford sensing his frustration was beginning fret when all of the sudden they heard rustling in the woods. Without hesitation or wasted movements, Sawatant swung the bow from his back, nocked an arrow and shot toward the sound. Then just as swiftly turned and shot his second arrow directly at Bradford's chest. A stag fell just beyond the tree line and Bradford fell to his knees clutching his heart after watching the headless arrow bounce off his chest and tumble to the ground. He looked up at Sawatant with astonished clarity. He understood what the man was trying say, after all Sawatant was an effective communicator. He was a deadly warrior that chose peace. He chose the headless arrow.
THE END