They reached the forest by nightfall. At the forests edge they dismounted, not wanting to risk the horses turning a hoof on the tangled roots within. They lead their noble steeds into the forest a few hundred feet where they decided to camp for the night. After removing the horses tack and harness, and giving them a brisk rubdown, the two adventures built a fire and boiled some hot mash for their beloved horses. Then, having used all their food in the hot mash, they went to bed with empty stomachs growling loudly. To quite their stomachs they chewed on roots, so that the growling would not alarm the horses. There, that should satisfy the stupid PETA people.
The next morning James lead them through the forest, feeling drawn by some strange force. They soon arrived upon what must have been the crusaders camp. There was a lean-to built up against a pair of large trees with a fire in front of it. The coals were still relatively fresh.
“Hmm,” Wain studied the ash with a keen eye, “Not two days old I should say, came from a two hundred year old oak branch, if I’m not mistaken.”
“How can you tell that?” demanded James.
Wain waved his hand in the air, “Elementary my dear James!”
“Oh shut up!” said James irritably.
“What are we looking for here?” asked Wain, his Holmes like manner abandoned as suddenly as it had appeared.
“A clue, message, something like that.”
“How about this dead guy in the lean-to?”
“Oh my, how did he get there?”
“Looks like he crawled. See the tracks lead down to that little creek. I’d say that he was injured and was expecting an attack. See he is still wearing his armor.”
“Check him over, see if he has left any messages.”
“Ooooh, this is some nice armor.”
“No Wain, we are not stealing his gear.”
“But he don’t need it.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Fine,” Wain had learned never to argue points with James. He always lost, “But look at this nice sword.” Wain handed the sword back to James and turned to face him.
“Yes, excellent steel, I’d say,” James drew the blade and almost dropped it as it burst into white flame, “Well, I say!”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you say?”
“What are you talking about?”
“No, what are you talking about, that’s what I’m talking about.”
“You already said that, besides I said it first.”
“James, just forget about it, forget I ever said it,” Wain started looking back in the lean-to.
James shook his head and practiced sheathing and drawing the sword to see the flames burst forth. It was truly a crusaders weapon, the weapon of a master swordsman. Not to mention it was really cool. James began to belt it on his swordbelt when Wain pitched out of the lean-to with a loud shriek. James dropped the sword and Wain yelled again, having landed on the fire ring and all of the pointy rocks in it. He rolled off the rocks to the base of a nearby tree, groaning loudly.