As they exited the forest, they were amazed to see their horses, untouched. Hawk’s horse, Quicksilver, sported the King’s battle standard.

“Magic indeed,” said Hawk, “and at least we march home with flag.”

They were only half a day’s march from the castle, heart of the Kingdom, so they would arrive well before nightfall. The village runners would speed ahead when they saw them, so the King would be informed, and possibly they may have to ...