The old woman had smelled their arrival in the wind for days. She had seen glimmers of it in the pool, she had felt a telltale prickling on the back of her neck. The foresight haunted her; nay, it plagued her. She had known with dreadful certainty that a knight came, a knight with a mission, a knight who would be familiar to her in some way though she could not see his face in her dreams.
Indeed, they were nightmares, not mere dreams. She awoke in their midst shivering in the chill of the night, a line of cold sweat sliding down her spine. Naught good came of knights on proud steeds, that she knew in her very bones.
Her visions left her with the certainty that not only would she face such a knight soon but that he would request her aid. And, more terrifyingly, that she was destined to gi
