The hunter face to face
No less quickly the archer turned and faced me, swinging that bow, and now a fresh arrow's line came at me. I did not dare to turn or move to hide, knowing that a flurry amongst the leaf cover would send that arrow straight in my direction. Now for the first time I saw the hunter clearly face to face and received another shock. It was not a man hunting my father's deer in our forest, but a woman. The face was hairless and oval in shape, with a pointed chin and high brow, and the dark hair which I had taken to be cropped was tied back.
Running up that hill. Sir Gawain and the Green Maiden
Image: Adjusted from, cover to 12" single edition of Kate Bush: Running up that hill.