I hugged my legs and sat in my father’s tent as I listened to my father yell at his men.
This was very uncharacteristic of him. I know I should be happy to be back home, but I was nervous instead. And my father's yelling made me more nervous then I already was.
Getting up, I walked out of the tent and looked at my father, who was standing in front of his large group of men.
One man, the man who came forward and said he was the one who shot that arrow, was in front of the rest of the lined up men, taking my father’s yelling with a straight face.
“You could have jeopardized my daughter’s life!” My father yelled. “Do you understand that?”
The man kept his straight face. “Forgive me.”
“What gave you the idea to do that? Without any orders allowing for such a move?”
“I felt that it was w
