It was said in Cadge Down that any who crossed the Burning Grounds to enter the wood would meet an ugly end. This didn't stop all from entering, but often enough a silhouette could be seen on the edge of the forest, a mounted knight with hand resting on sword pommel, watching those who watched him. It was said that the Rotted Knight guarded the barrier between the land of the Folk and the Down, and had done so for a thousand years. None dared approach; the last who did was slain and his corpse left hanging from a tree. None, that is, except those who didn't know better.
She was a young girl, just moved to the Down, and had a rather unhealthy fascination with what lay beyond the wood from the first moment that she'd caught a glimpse of the Rotted Knight at sundown. He too wondered what she was waiting for each day at the edge of the Burning Grounds, for she gave little indication of any action save to look on when he appeared, and even when he did not, into the dark of the Folk's forest.
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