巨人の矢印。
The last Knight I will tell you about, lad, was not a half-god like the others of the Four, but was of the race of Giants. Ha, I see the surprise on your face, and blame you not for it! But I tell you, Hawkeye Gough was no dumb brute like others of his kind. Indeed, he was the Captain of Archers, and no other knight was as eager as the Hawk in slaying the mighty dragons.
Even you must have heard of Gough's marksmanship, my boy. Only one other matched him in his skill, the legendary Pharis, and even the Black Archer could only match Gough with his sight intact! Always remember, lad, that the marksmanship of Gough was never diminished despite his lack of sight. Even when blind, Gough could cut the wick of a burning candle from a hundred paces, or pierce the heart of a foul drake even as it flew through the air.
But greater than his skill with a bow was his sage wisdom, and oftentimes his fellow Knights came to him for advice. He knew much, and was eager to share his knowledge, even among the least of Lord Gwyn's subjects, for unlike his companions he liked the meek humans. They say that among the Four Knights of Gwyn, Gough was most like the commoners he so loved. He spoke readily with humans; his manner was often as a commoner's; and he exulted in the humble art of woodcarving. Like Artorias, whom he held in high regard, the Hawk was ill-liked by the highborn of Anor Londo.
Alas, despite his wisdom, Gough held neither suspicion nor prudence in his heart, and so he was easy to fool. Once, Gough and a band of his finest archers went forth to slay a dragon. The terrible beast slew many of his men and scattered them, but the Hawk stood firm and loosed arrow after arrow, until he brought the dragon low. Lord Gwyn honored him with an enchanted ring and armor made from the dragon's own bones, and in his joy Gough swore upon his great bow, which felled ten score and more dragons, that he would wear those vestments 'til the day of his death.
But those who dismissed him as a foolish brute put resin in the visor of his new helm, and deceived him into wearing it before he could realize their mischief. Upon realizing his blindness, he declared, "Sooner would I cut out my own heart, and hurl myself off Anor Londo's great towers, than be an oathbreaker and remove from my head this helm blessed by my own lord." And so he taught himself to shoot his bow without his eyes, to see with the whispers of air and the tremblings of the earth, and went forth and slew another ten score and more dragons.
So where went this knight? He went to Oolacile when he heard that the foul Abyss was spreading in that place. But alas, he has not been heard of since—they say that some humans, driven mad when their humanity ran amok, deceived him and locked him away in a tower. How lamentable, that such a fate fell on that great knight! Perhaps if he had not fallen for the human's trap, the great Artorias might not have lost his life in that wretched land of Oolacile.
