The Ax Man managed to pull the shaft from his shield.  As he tried to hand it to The Ancient One it shot from his hand and hit The Ancient One's armor, lodging in it.  The Ancient One pulled it out, and waved his hand over it, then began to examine it carefully.
   "Magnetic attraction!"  he snapped, "Probably designed to be activated in flight, turned on by rising and falling barometric pressure.  The only way I'd really be able to find out how they work is take one apart."
   "How could anything that small," The Ax Man asked, "be that heavy and so easily penetrate armor?"  His eyes widened and he answered his own question before The Ancient One could.  "Fusium!"  he muttered.  "The damned things are coated with a micro thin layer of fusium!  It would make them virtually indestructible!  We can't leave these laying around!"
   "Positively not!"  The Ancient One agreed.  "We'll have to hang around and tonight make sure that we find every one of these and get rid of them."
   "How?"  The Ax Man asked.
   The Ancient One extended his hand towards his companion and understanding the signal his companion fell silent.  The Baron Of      Locksley in the company of several others rode up.
   "John Little!"  he cried, "I can see my wisdom in loaning you to our dear Allan was well founded, but I am perturbed with you, Allan!"
   "I pray thee, milord," The Ancient One snapped, "tell me how I have offended you!  And if it be within my power I will remedy it."
   "I have heard," the noble lord answered, "that you have put your lady in armor, and she has been on the field of battle dispatching several of the King's men to their righteous judgment.  I know our numbers are few, old friend, but to put such a fair damsel onto the field is not to my liking. I would have her back in a lady's dress and at my table for supper tonight, and I would have our good yeoman sit with us. Though he is not of noble blood, I do not think any among us would feel him out of place."
   "Here!  Here!"  the other nobles around the great lord cried.
   "We shall be there my lord!"  The Ancient One answered.  "What you wish, Robin, is always my command."
   "'Til supper then!"  the noble lord answered, and rode off with his companion. 
   The Ancient One found his wife who was out of her armor and with the other ladies stitching wounds, friend, and, foe alike.  The     Ancient One asked.  "Are you done?"
   "We've got those that can be helped,"  his wife answered.  "Probably fifty per cent of them will die of infection: no disinfectant or anything!  Their courage is phenomenal!  I cut off what was left of one boy's leg, sawed the bone clean and sewed him up and not a whimper from him!"
   "Get washed!"  The Ancient One ordered, "Robin wants you in a dress and at his table for supper."
   "I think I'll be able to eat," Durga managed, looking around.  The Ancient One smiled and hurried off.  That evening they sat down to a fine meal.  "I hope the King won't mind," their host commented, "that some of my good fellows managed to get us some fine deer and have roasted them well.  They have also found a good supply of other things and I'm afraid the King's people could not get away with his wine and we have much to drink.  So, minstrels, give us some gay music, and let us eat!"
   Everyone enjoyed themselves.  Some of the good yeomen came in and wrestled for their lords.  There was a good mirth maker who had some amusing tales about the King and his loyal men that gave everyone some chuckles.  Finally one of the nobles rose.
   "Our good Baron Of Locksley," he cried, "some wondrous entertainment we have had this night.  But can an evening pass without a song from our nobel minstrel, David Of Doncaster, who is also called Allan Of The Dale?  I pray thee, my noble lord, insist that he gives us a tune.  Knowing this good yeoman, his harp is not far away."
   "By God!"  the noble lord answered, "A suggestion I have been waiting to hear!  A song, good Allan, I insist upon it!"
   One of The Ancient One's servants appeared with his harp.  The Ancient One took it, went out to a place before the others, played some lively music first, and then began to sing.