As the horse stepped slowly into the evil-hewn camp, the three warriors inside the wagon prayed to their Lady. Sir Gahad peeped out of the canopy and saw a chitter of goblins looking gleefully at the wagon. They heard small quick footsteps from the other side of the wagon, followed by a grunt and a thump. The wagon stopped. Sir Gahad looked at his two companions: another Knight of the Realm like himself, Sir Swain, and a commoner bowman, who held onto his longbow for life.
Sir Gahad gave a nod to his companions, their agreed signal. From then on, each had his own assigned task, each on his own. Sword drawn, Sir Gahad jumped out of the canvas window on the wagon's left and onto a number of goblins who had gathered to see what fate had brought them. Sir Swain jumped similarly out of the wagon's right window onto another unit of goblins whilst the bowman emerged from the front of the wagon and froze. The horse that had been drawing their wagon was strewn on the floor, covered with goblins, who were eating away at the carcass. The bowman gathered himself, aimed and let loose an arrow that went through the first goblin and struck a second. He withdrew another arrow and aimed at another pair...
Sir Gahad and Sir Swain, with the benefit of surprise, slaughtered most of the goblins who had gathered, but knew from screeching sounds coming from the goblin tents, that more had been aroused. Sir Swain, who had rejoined Sir Gahad to fight alongside each other, looked at him in expectation. Sir Gahad, whilst parrying a goblin's short sword thrust, nodded, raised the horn to his lips and let out a resounding high note. The goblins around him hesitated for a moment, looking at the Knight questioningly, then replied in unison with a pitiful, mocking imitation of the noise. Then they burst out laughing and cackling at the now outnumbered pair of knights... until the thunder sound of hooves was heard coming from the forest. The goblins turned to see the oncoming regiment of armoured Questing Knights upon their barded war-steeds. The goblins froze for a moment then turned their backs and fled, but most of them were caught up and trampled upon by the noble cavalry. The victory was devastating...
Sir Gahad and Sir Swain tapped each other on the back - friends since childhood, they had fought alongside each other in many a battle. They walked around the wagon's front and stopped suddenly in their steps. In front of them lay a heartbreaking scene. Amidst the punctered bodies of goblins, lay the corpse of the horse that had led the wagon into this camp. Upon it, lay the bowman, his body spasmating as he cried upon the falled steed. The knights were later to find out that the horse was the bowman's own steed and friend. They knelt and prayed safe passage for the horse to the Lady of the Lake.