At the mere thought of your book your falcon swoops toward the massive bookcase, retrieves the book from its place on the shelf, and brings it down to you.

As you reach for it, you hold an arrow in your hand.

You are suddenly looking into the face of your mother. This woman taught you everything you must know about the hunt, the falcons, the blade and the bow.

"Where do you take the feathers for your arrows from? A falcon's tail or wing?" you hear her quiz you.