And yes, there was indeed a "thwup! gnannnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg!" as I righted myself and stopped my fall, and realized how attentive to detail, but not loss of life, the shopkeepers were. I was reassured that, in turn, I heard no, "crash! tinkle! tinkle!" and most relieved there was no "thwip! ARGH!!! My EYYYE!" or "thump! AAAHHHH! You killed my auntie!"
I did then hear, "Oh, watch yourself, Mr. Bolger-Baggins. Crossbow wounds can be nasty. Hehehe," from a belatedly attentive, and, most likely, bored and hopeful clerk.
So consequently, I went searching in the direction in which I thought the bolt alighted. After a little looking about, I finally found it, stuck in the corner of this very old and rather compelling portrait. Naturally, I felt duty-bound to purchase the portrait, having damaged it. But I took it to a frame shop afterwards, and the damage in the corner was easily mended. It reminds me quite a bit of Smeagol, don't you think? Maybe it's the lace. I imagine this may have been one of his foremothers or forefathers having a night on the town.
Anyway, Great Gramma Addy has a collection of old portraits at Great Smials, so I'm giving it to her in hopes she will enjoy it. I think she will.
So how was your day, hmmm?