Frogier's Bow

Tannhauser examined the bow for for cracks and flaws and found none. While not as short as the Turkish weapon he preferred, it was short enough to fire from the saddle or in a tight space. The nocking point was served with red silk and hardly worn. He flexed the bow and reckoned its draw weight at around sixty pounds, enough to fell a stag, though Altan Savas, whose bow drew at over a hundred, would have laughed at it.

"It's a decent string at least."

"Beeswax and linen, my own weave. Sixty strands of shoemakers thread in three cords. Gives a kick this horse would be proud of. There's a spare in the quiver."

"Let me see an arrow." Frogier offered a deerskin quiver of a dozen or so. Tannhauser took one. White birch, by the grain. Accurately fletched. The bodkins were the length of his forefinger and filed like stilettos. The nock was made of horn and sought the string of its own accord.

"Two years seasoned, double-varnished and perfectly matched for spine and weight to this bow. Those bodkins are charcoal hardened."
-TTCoP, pg. 244