"Runnymead?"  The Ax Man cried.  "Isn't that where you fought King John?"
   "One of the places," The Ancient One answered, "and we're not actually at Runnymead.  We're at an encampment a few miles away. We had started for home when we got word that John had betrayed us and was attacking the barons still at Runnymead."
   The Ancient One suddenly cried out  "To arms!  To arms!  Into your armor!  We have to return to Huntingdon!  The battle is still on!"
   An older knight approached.  "What do you mean, Sir Doncaster?" he asked.  "The battle is won.  The King has signed Magna Carta."
   "No!"  The Ancient One answered, "He has betrayed us.  Word is on the way.  Into your armor and to horse!  Have the serfs prepare themselves.  We go back to battle."
   Another noble approached.  "All men know," he cried, "that Allan Of The Dale is a prophet of God.  If he says there is mischief afoot God will grant there is mischief afoot!  If he says to horse, we should be to horse!  Squire, my armor!"
   Organized confusion ensued but in very short order everyone was in armor and mounted, and they struck out.  Two hours later they could hear the sounds of battle.  Scouts road back.
   "The King's men are attacking!"  they reported.  "The Baron Of Locksley holds his ground, but the numbers are against him.  We are on the left flank.  We would have to circle around to join him."
   "Hell, we will!"  The Ancient One answered. "If we're on their flank all the better!  Send the yeomen to attack the archers.  We will form up and have into them, lances and swords."
   One of the scouts looked startled. "Lord Doncaster," he asked, "we did not tell you the archers were before us.  How did you know that?"
   "Have no concern of it," The Ancient One answered.  "Just be about your mission."
   The man still looked puzzled but nodded.  The old noble who had spoken before rode up again.  "Lord Doncaster, I do not question your lead," he remarked, "but will we have honor if we attack from the flank without warning?"
   "Honor has already been broken," The Ancient One answered.  "The King's forces betrayed the trust.  If we come at them from the flank it will be no dishonor to us."
   The older lord contemplated a moment then nodded.  "Well and good," he answered, "the King's men have betrayed the trust!  Let us have at them!"  The knights formed up.  The yeomen swept around them out into the field and were on the archers before they even realized they were there.  When the archers were engaged the knights broke cover, their great steeds lumbered forward, seemingly anxious to be into the fray.  At the last moment some of the King's men saw them and tried to turn and engage them, but it was too late.      
   Their lances found their marks and many of the King's men went down, then it was swords, maces, and, axes.
   The yeomen, having dispatched the archers, joined the battle attacking the king's knights with long poles with which they hooked them and pulled them from their steeds.  Once on the ground the knights were at their mercy.  Noble after noble cried "I yield!  I yield!" to commoner.  Finally the King's men had had enough.  "Doncaster has returned!"  someone screamed, "The devil is with them again!  We cannot stand against his sorcery!  Flee! Flee!"  Swiftly the King's men fled the field, but they did not go far.  A bit off some of the nobles began to rally them.  The Ancient One could see the King himself, rallying his troops.  The Ancient One rode up to a knight who had a hunting hound on his shield.
   "Sir Locksley," he cried, "shall we let them rally or shall we have at them and end this day's merriment?"
   "Let us have at them," the noble cried, "good Allan!  Let us see if they like the song your sword makes rather than your harp.  Let every man that is able form up with us.  Lord Doncaster, take the lead with me.  Lances!  Lances!  Bring us lances!"
   The serfs scurried to gather up undamaged lances, they did not care whose they were.  They just found a sound one and brought it to their lord.  When all the knights were equipped The Ancient One's friend looked towards him and snapped "You raise the cry, Allan!  You lead us forward!"
   The Ancient One rose up on his steed and cried "For Locksley and for Magna Carta!  Forward!  Forward!"
   He headed off as a shower of arrows arched over them, and into the King's men.  The King's men stood for a moment then the King cried "Away!  Away!  It is done for today."  A sigh of relief rose from the King's men as they turned and withdrew.  The charging Knights stopped.  Their leader rode up to The Ancient One and slapped him on the back.  "They've had enough for now, good Allan!  Let us to our camp."
   "Yes, good Robin!"  The Ancient One answered.  "There will be another day.  They have not had enough yet."
   "Unfortunately," the other noble answered, "one does not have to be a prophet to know that.  To camp!"  the noble cried loudly, "To camp!"  All the knights turned and headed back for their encampment.  The Ax Man joined The Ancient One.
   "Good fight!"  he cried, "REALLY good fight!"
   "True," The Ancient One answered.  "What's that on your shield?"
   "An arrow," The Ax Man answered.  "It seemed to jump out of one archer's bow and stick to my shield."
   "Let me see it!"  The Ancient One snapped.  "Let me see it!"