Sir Pandolier was on errantry on his huge black charger, and had been so for nearly a year when he chanced upon a maiden sitting on a rock by a stream. Times being what they were, he was wary of the encounter. True, she could be a dark-haired maiden, sweet and virginal, attired in white samite with a silver circulate upon her brow. But she could also be a fae, set in his path to thwart his chivalrous oath. Worse, she might be a witch or demon in disguise, seeking his undoing for ignoble gain. Pandolier loosened the leather strap around his sword's hilt. The maiden glanced up, following with guileless blue eyes as he guided his horse to a point on the other side of the stream where he dismounted, patting its neck while it bent to drink. "Tis a fine steed," she proclaimed in a musical tone. With a gracious little bow, Pandolier replied, "He's the largest horse in the seven kingdoms." A smile graced her ruby lips. "Surely, not the largest," she chided him. "I've