The thing in the shadows became clear as it got closer - a huge black horse, galloping toward them. On its back was a forbidding-looking knight, wearing armor as dark as his steed. A wicked helm concealed the rider’s face.
Pulse quickening, Tam set his hand on the hilt of his sword. “First fight?”
Not a pleasant thought - he would feel better if he’d had at least some experience with combat in the game. Frightening the hairy man with his blade didn’t count.
Jennet shifted her grasp on the staff. Her cheeks were pale. “The Black Knight. He… he shouldn’t be here. Usually he’s much deeper in the game.”
“That sounds bad.” He squinted at the approaching rider. “What’s that, in front of the saddle?”
There was a small figure perched on the horse’s neck, seemingly unafraid of either its preca
