After hours of hard riding, they reached the Lost Valley. Shouts of celebration echoed through the wood.
Within minutes, and much to everyone's surprise, a man and a woman approached the riders. They were dressed in simple peasant clothes.
"Hello, travelers. I am Francis," said the man, "and this is Marta. We are the Caretakers." He looked at the horsemen's tired and sweating faces. "You must be thirsty. Come to our cottage for refreshment."
