The destrier’s hooves thundered on the wood of the bridge, the noise of them jangling Dodger’s nerves. Stealth and the roundabout way were his preferred approach. The bridge seemed to go on and on, its span stretching far further than it had appeared to do. Dodger’s suspicions were only beginning to rise when the black knight appeared at the far end. The knight’s midnight steed reared slightly as it began its charge.