One man was living on the island of Lemnos, and he had been alone for ten years. Dry branches lay piled in front of a cave.
His name was Philoctetes, and all he owned was a single bow. But that bow had an unusual history.
It was the bow Heracles left at the end (chapter 32), the price of granting a request at a burning pyre. That bow was said never to miss what it aimed at.