They are coming, uttered the king as he dropped the last pieces of bread.
He pointed to the forest and placed his finger upon his lips to silence his momentary companion in rotation on the watch.
Silence, He said, Keep watch, this one is mine.
Grabbing the sword, he clenched his teeth, and sought two other knights, who nearly brothers to him were also neither prepared nor ready, and he began to sprint forth into the wood beyond.
Illuminated by neither torch nor light, but the illumination within his soul and eyes, he continued in quiet sprint felt only by the grass.
Bringing with him 7 more, upon their delay, they began their hidden warfare, for this demon was arisen from hell by his fears only the day they departed.