Fine line black tattoo of two arrows, one pointing up and one pointing down, on a woman's upper back near the shoulder.

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Two arrows on a shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the upper back and shoulder of a woman in a black tank top, with two arrows tattooed vertically side by side. Both arrows are drawn in thin black linework with small feathered fletching and simple arrowheads, and the design is shaded in solid black ink. The image is a close, slightly angled shot against a pale textured wall, with the tattoo as the clear focal point.

Fine line Shoulder Arrow

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the wind off the marsh gets into old bones, and I will tell it the way my grandmother told it to me, sat on this same broken step. Two archers held the twin towers of Hallowmere Keep the spring the river rose over the causeway. Their names were Aud and Tobias. They had been fostered in the same hall, had quarrelled over the same bread and the same salt since they could hold a bow, and by that spring neither would say the other's name aloud.

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On the last morning of the siege, word came that the relief column would climb the valley road at dusk. Aud stood in the south tower and loosed a shaft fletched in grey goose, straight down into the reeds where the enemy had hidden their boats, so the water would show the watchmen where to look. Across the gap, Tobias drew his bow and sent his arrow the other way, up into the thin cold sky, a flag for the hills that the gate still stood. The two shafts crossed above the moat, and neither archer watched the other's fall.

The relief came at dusk, as promised, and the keep was saved. The lord hanged nobody for the boats, because nobody could agree which arrow had sunk them. Aud and Tobias were given the same reward, the same cask of wine, and the same long silence at the feast.

Here is the part the children always ask about. Look at the lintel above the gate, where a mason cut two marks the week the siege ended. One points down into the earth and one points up toward the clouds, and the lord would never let anyone mend them. He said a keep ought to remember which of its archers had been right, and that it would take the rest of us a lifetime to work out which way the wind had been blowing.