As it grows dark, you crawl from your hiding place and climb off the sledge. When your feet touch the snow, you feel a sharp jab in your back. "Ho, varlet!" says a rough voice. "Where'd you come from?" You turn and see two men mounted on ponies. They wear heavy furs and leather armor. One holds a lance level with your chest. The other, a grizzled fellow with a black beard says, "You'd better come along with us." Go to page 4.