"Don't dwell on it," chuckled Prince Antion as he also raised his arms. "As no one understands horses as well as you, the same is true of forests and our friend. Let's go let him gloat and get this over with." "We're coming into the camp," called the Odessian Prince as he started to walk towards the hidden campsite. "I hope you have some tea on the fire." The small clearing was dark, except for a sliver of moonlight that pierced the canopy creating a pale oval of light upon the ground. As the two princes moved through the low brush to enter the clearing, a man stepped out of the darkness and into the pale oval. He was a young bearded man with shoulder-length black hair, and he held a long two-handed sword. "There is no fire," grinned the mystery archer. "That would surely give my position away. How did you find me?" "I am not without skills of my own," retorted Prince Umal. "Can we lower our arms now?" "What was with the bell, Derri?" asked Prince Antion as he dropped his arms and walked into the clearing to stand in front of the archer.
