To White Horse!

Far off, in the year 526, King Arthur landed upon the continent and began his campaign against Rome. The great knights of the round table went to war against the Francs, dealing blow after blow. But back in Logres, one knight of the Round Table began to find peace. The good Earl Orwaine, father of two strong young boys and husband to the beautiful Fee Fluries, saw peace in his land for the first time in his life.

His grudge against Lambor began to grow faint, near the forest Sauvage he watched his elfin wife nurse his newest boy. Seeing his borders secure, he sent his friend and vassel Sir Sisbert to patrol his lands, confident that all was well.

Riding with the young Aquitanian Sir Tulga and the young Banneret, Sir Bermayne, all was well. So well that when their squires, interested in attending the Beltaine festivities, requested their leave it was granted. Continuing on towards the Castle Shirburn, home to their countrymen Leander De Din Don, they were stopped in their tracks. From nowhere, nay from the stream, up lept a young maiden. Followed by her Coursair, also dripping, as it galloped up onto shore.

They were given a challenge to race to White horse before moonfall. They took the challenge! Endurance was the test, strength was its promised reward!

Riding all day into night they found White horse only to be told that their true destination was another horse, one not commonly known to the christians. One which meant that they had only begun their race.

Pushing onwards they tested their horses stamina. Pushed their trustworthy steads to their exhaustion point, but alas Sir Tulga and Bermayne's mounts gave out on their last leg. The pagan priestess of Epona and her gathering, urged the three forward, "You are so close, you may push your mounts up younder hill and pass the test or wait here for Sir Sisbert to return. (For Sisbert's mount was still fresh, showing remarkable horsemanship and endurance!)

Tugla and Bermayne, sadly count not harm their beloved mounts, and choose to wait...

Smiling, the priestess of Epona merely touched the two weary horses noses, one after another. Envigerated, the tired mounts sprung to life! For Epona is the goddess matron of horses and the true test was of the noble knights heart. To endanger their mounts for glory would be failure in the eyes of Epona.

Riding victoriously up the last hill, the three Knights and their mounts came upon a tree and trough, weary from the nights ride, our six heroes drank their fill and felt energized. They felt strong, they felt as if they were blessed by the goddess Epona herself...